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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Cake and Comparisons


So, I admit it. I was NOT looking forward to another birthday. I used to love my birthday, but ever since I turned thirty it's been a not-so-subtle reminder that life isn't quite what I had expected or wanted it to be.




In the end, I usually end up having a decent birthday. And this year was no exception. I also made a point to focus on the love and friendship and support in my life that always surrounds me, especially around my birthday. I didn't focus on the number 33.



I had a birthday that exceeded any expectations I could have had...and I can't wait to blog about it more! Still, it was made a little sweeter this week when Mom and I were looking at some pictures on my computer.



She saw an older picture of me in bed, in my pajamas, eating cake and her, having just come home from teaching, next to me. Dad and Abbie were in the room with me. I said: "That was my 30th birthday. Remember I could hardly get out of bed that year?" Mom made a slight gasping noise and said, "Wow, I don't even remember that." Here is the picture below:





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This is one of the very first pictures taken with my digital camera (as I had just gotten my first one from Dad and Abbie that day). So, I knew immediately that if the photo was on my computer it was from post-digital camera days.




Sometimes I wonder if we're making any progress with the Lyme treatment. The changes seem so tiny. I keep wondering (almost daily) how much better this can ever get.




And then God sent a little reminder that showed me in a very concrete and tangible way that things have improved and I have made progress. I may be a turtle, but it's certainly a better place at 33 than it was at 30.




The picture/video at the top is how I spent my 33rd birthday having cake. What a difference! You'll likely need to go to my blog itself to actually view the video (www.adancinglight.blogspot.com).



Maybe getting a little older isn't so bad after all.




Blessings,


Emily




1 comment:

M.S. said...

I like my kids birthdays so much better. I keep forgetting I have a birthday. I keep forgetting my age and keep saying 29. It seems to be the first number that comes to my mind. I remember when I turned 21... offically. I actually told everyone on my 20th birthday that I was 21... yeah... that got me confused too.