You know you're old when you go to an antiques auction, and people bid - on YOU!
I've been thinking a lot about this birthday.
45 seems so much older than 40 ever did. It is the number of age.
45 is the number of books in the OLD testament. Every 45 seconds, someone in America has a stroke. If you're shot by a Colt 45, you probaby will die. 45 is the speed of the records that I played in my youth.
When I think about 45, I think about things that make me realize how old I really am.
When My mother was 45, I had been married 5 years. When my grandmother was 45, I was 7 years old. I have been married to my husband more than half my life.
I think about people who say that this is middle age. No one in my family has ever lived to age 90, so with each passing day, I am closer to death than the day before.
You may think that all this talk of 45 means that I am saddened by this birthday, but I'm not.
I think of those before me, who allowed 45 to be the beginning of the end, and allowed age to creep in and make them old.
I refuse to do that. The child in me has not given up.
You don't stop playing because you get old, you get old because you stop playing.
3 comments:
Amen- Happy Birthday!! Your kids keep you young, you'll be the first in your family to live to be 105 (at least). I want to meet you while your still 45 and before you turn 46~
Happy Birthday Kelley!!
I hope to see you in your 45th year also!! :)
45 is not old. Not by far!
My hubby will be 50 in Jan 07.
Happy Birthday!
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