Happy Birthday to me.

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Tomorrow I will wake up and BE 43 years old. I will officially BE HERE 4 years longer...
I turned 39 then it all changed. But then again it didnt.
I thought when I turned 40 my life was really changing, or moreso I was really changing. My family had a surprise off the cuff party for me. In my Mom and Dads yard. Andy got me a bicycle with a seat on the back for Jack and we were riding that afternoon. As we rode past Nana and Pops house I stopped THERE... because I did that numerous times a day. Just stopped and walked in..
We stopped and my girls were on the porch with my parents and Maryellen and Jackie and a few other friends. I was so happy and surprised and proud. Proud that I was even HERE since It was one year longer than I should have been at that point.
Now I am HERE. HERE wherever that is. And should be THERE, wherever THERE is.
He is THERE...
Maryellen is THERE...
I need to be more like THEN, than NOW.. and be happy to be ME, instead of THEM.
43 isn't so bad.
I am giving my Birthday over to NIE NIE this year. She makes me want to be MORE. So when I wake up tomorrow 43, and HERE, I will say Thank You to GOD for the days between THEN and NOW, Be grateful for the hims and hers, then and now. Then I will ask GOD to take care of NIE NIE because she is what I hope to be someday.
Now that you are wondering who? type NIE NIE into your google search box and go to her blog. read and be inspired to be more.
Happy Birthday to Suzie. I am glad you stayed.

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