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Happy Birthday to Me

Fifty-five years ago today God gave my parents a perfect little prize (yep, I'm selling it!). I was born on my paternal grandmother's birthday and spent most of my growing up years attempting (and failing miserably) to emulate that southern grace that demanded immediate attention. She was a lovely lady, and never without her perfectly applied coral or rose hued nail polish. Her shoes always matched her dress and her hair was never out of place. Gurney was the poster person of elegance.

Thirteen years ago any hope of growing old gracefully (as did my grandmother) was shot down without warning, nor the consideration of preparation. At that point my closet full of designer high heals joined in a chorus of "mwaa ha ha's" while I was crawling home from my last walk to the public library. (If you don't know my story, it can be read on my How Are You Dealing with the Winter Weather? post.) MS grounded me to the life of flat heals and securely fastened foot wear. With a stature of five foot, three inches, I sometimes miss my fun height-enhancing stilletos, but my legs and feet actually appreciate the wisdom of choice. That was the last "choice" that MS allowed me. (Of course, it was really not my choice, but I need to feed the ego of MS. Sometimes giving my disease a little false confidence makes me feel stronger as I spit in the face of such an unfair condition.)

I didn't plan to have MS. I also didn't plan to be married three times. I didn't plan to spend my entire life in West Virginia teaching school. I didn't plan to love camping or enjoying my new ukelele. I didn't plan on being a mother.

I DID plan in the following, even if it may not reflect the exact image I once had.

*I always wanted to be a published author.           check
*I knew that I would always be surrounded by books.              check
*I planned to graduate from college. (I just didn't plan on doing that 3 times!)      check
*I would always have a cat.                     check
*Travel abroad.                                   check
*Love what I do, whatever that is.         check

So, it is a Happy Birthday. I even got a Snow Day! (That would really be exciting if we hadn't had 20 of those already this winter:) This evening my wonderful husband, my fantastic son, and I will join my parents for a birthday dinner of my choosing: scrambled eggs, sausage, gravy, biscuits, and blueberry muffins. I also have a sneaking suspicion that there will be Dairy Queen ice crem cake, compliments of awesome husband. Maybe I can convince everyone to participate in a rousing game of something. Who could ask for anything better?

Take that, MS!

Happy birthday to me!

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