Just Another Reason To Party

I'm not a person who feels tied into age. Age, to me, is a number, and really nothing more. When asked my age, I often have to stop and think. I am fortunate, (I guess), to have friends and family who, apparently keep up with these things...

Every year, as my birthday approaches I encourage everyone to see things as I do. "It's just another day!", "I really don't need presents.", "I don't eat birthday cake." Last year, on September 2nd, I announced I was done having birthdays. I mean, what's so special about them? Everybody has one! They are like belly-buttons...

This year, as the day approached, my daughter called, wondering how I was celebrating Labor Day. I really hadn't thought about it. She wondered if she, her friend, and her friend's new, and completely darling daughter could visit. A son called. He was up for a cook-out. Another son called, also looking for free food...So, the plan was set. Labor Day cookout at my house!

A couple of days ago, I heard, again, from my daughter, who, in her best little girl voice, wondered, hypothetically mind you, if I WAS going to eat birthday cake, not that I would, what kind of cake I would like. I thought for several seconds before telling her, and with that I made a decision. I was having a birthday party. Did I say party? Make that a birthday blowout!
And here's the reason we have birthdays...

I slept in this morning, just because I could. I checked on Dad who is stubbornly riding the storm out in Destin. And the calls started, interspersed with texts from people, some from whom I rarely hear, who appreciate my being here. As I took the calls, I opened my mailbox to an assortment of good wishes. Sweet!

Around 1:00, my grill master arrived with a variety of meats and mysterious seasonings, and set about preparing to cook out. As the guests arrived, they were greeted by loud music, and louder laughter. Red wine made everyone a better dancer as children ran between our legs, glorifying in the luxury of a game of chase inside the house!

The food was great, the company wonderful, and everyone left feeling just a little better for having shared my day.

And, as for me? I was queen for a day! Cared for, pampered, and fawned over by family and friends. I ate food I rarely allow myself, I drank good wine, I danced to my favorite music, I watched my children enter the house as sophisticated adults and revert back into playmates in the way only siblings can, and I laughed.

As the party ended, and guests began to filter out, my daughter brought the baby to me. She is gorgeous, with Asian features, and soft, marshmallowy limbs. She played with my jewelry, babbled sweetly, and threw her toys to the floor in front of us in sweet anticipation of a ride down to pick them up.

Pudgy hands flayed desperately in an attempt to rub her sleepy eyes as she nestled into my side, and we napped...

Friends, it just doesn't get any better than this...

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