Birthday Blues
32 and feel no different
Today, I am 32 years old. I feel the same as I did at 31. Now, I have a feeling that when I turn 35, then I will be down. As of right now, I feel the same, but I am still a little down. The good thing is, though, it is not because of my age.
One reason I am a little down is because it’s another year without my dad not remembering that my birthday is today. Growing up, he was always off on the day but had the right month. It didn’t bother me as I always thought it was a joke. Well, I learned some things later in life that make me question this. Nonetheless, I still honestly miss him telling me Happy Birthday 3 to 7 days late.
Reason number 2 is that I am a little down. The ONE person I wanted to hear from today, I have not. Now, I know I still have time before the day is done. I just don’t know if I will hear from him or not. The person is my grandfather. He has always been my favorite person. I love hearing for him. Last year, while he lived in MN, he sent me flowers for my birthday/mother’s day. I am not a flower person but I loved them and cried when I got them.
Every year, he is the one I look forward to getting a text or call from. Now, of course, my mom has told me, my stepmother, stepfather, husband, one aunt, and friends. I am glad they thought enough to tell me. I just am waiting on my grandfather. Just getting that text or call makes me happy.
Overall, it’s been a normal day full of running errands and being mom. Which is fine with me. It’s funny because last year husband did not even tell me, but he did this year. Let’s see what 32 has in store for me.
