Today is my birthday, the big 3-0 is finally here. I am one of those people who loves their birthday, I love getting older. Which sounds weird maybe, and maybe this will change, but as an old soul I’m still convinced that I will finally feel like I’m comfortable in my skin when I’m 82. So every year is just one more year of adventure and excitement.
And what a year it’s been. I can’t tell you how blessed I feel to have had the year that I’ve had! Getting married, new house, new little farm worker (baby haha) that is yet to come join us…it’s just a big overwhelming in such a wonderful way.
My favorite story about this day is the one that my parents always tell. My mom was due on the 20th of October with me. This time of the year in 1983 my dad was out busy planting wheat fields like crazy. He had his two way radio on his hip (no cell phones then) just in case my mom called to say, “It’s time.” My uncle who my dad was farming with at the time knew, that if my dad went racing out of the field, my mom was in labor and he was gone.
Well the 20th came and went, along with the 21st, 22nd, and so on and so forth. Then the 27th of October came and went, meanwhile they had finally finished up all the wheat planting. So that morning on the 28th, when all the guys from the farm were gathered around talking about how good it was to get all the crop planted, dad finally got the call. Mom and dad both say that they knew I was going to be the farmer in the family, since even as a baby I knew I had to be patient and wait until the crop was all planted.
And when I finally did come out I was no small potato, all 10lbs and 12oz of me…possibly a good spot for a “corn fed” type of comment here haha. Anyhow here’s to another great year ahead, another year closer to that magical age of 82 and as my grandma Arlene says, “Enjoying all that in between time in life, it’s what really matters anyways!”