I’m sure the makers of Old Gringos do not intend for their masterpieces to tromp around in rainy city streets. It would seem they’re more for the dusty plains of Texas, armor against rattle snakes and foot bling for the fanciest of Friday night wear on the cowgirls of the world.
Yet, for me as I two-step into my 40’s (yesterday was 42), they helped me feel grounded, even on the grayest and wettest of days.
I love waking up on a birthday. The journal comes out first with some thoughts about the past year and what got accomplished and what drifted by without consequence. I like to sit at the table with the homemade cards and get a really good look at my girls and their changing faces. Are we really teetering on the edge of teenage hood? Am I really middle-aged now? Wild. I especially love hearing the singing of birthday wishes on the phone from the people who mean the most to me in this world. The out-loud reminders that you are loved are very important to me and I never tire of hearing them year after year.
At the end of yesterday, I pulled into the driveway (after some graciously given alone time) and stared at my life from the outside. It’s so hard to look at it in the present without pondering the history or predicting the future. I just wanted to marvel at where we are….thank my body for getting me here without major incident (the constant lower backache will be what it is…it could be worse)…sit in gratitude for marrying the right person (goodness, there were some close ones there in college)…and be thankful for new beginnings and closed chapters. I love a good mystery!
So grateful for you, too, Lovelies. Thank you for reading the ramblings of this MPG journeying down the road in some colorful kicks…they always make it more fun…and so do you.