Today I Turn 35.

Today I turn 35.  It falls on the weekend, so it feels so right to start the day by waking up next to my husband. 🙂  First thought of the day: Am I officially a middle-aged woman? And here’s the second one: Will I start seeing more gray hair?

When you were a baby, people got excited when you actually GAINED weight but when you passed certain age, birthday means realizing what the power of gravity towards your boobs  and a panic attack when your kid tells you how much the college tuition would be (and how difficult it would to pay both: new boobs and the college. Decision, decision, decision. Tsk tsk tsk).  I sometimes think birthday as a reminder that we’ve taken up another year wasted and this means a closer step to see my Creator Up in Heaven. Dang, time is running out and so little have I accomplished!

So readers, let me count my blessings today. It’s much better than counting gray hair.

At 35 I am happily married to this wonderful man, the man who I’ve found in the least expected way (oh how my God is a uber-creative, witty, nice God!), a man who has sparkling green-hazel eyes, the one that swept me off my feet and carry me to the plane (well, not literally speaking) and brought me to this land. The one that provides me with his daily love, dark sense of humor, roof on top of my head and doing his damnest now to stop smoking (7 days today and he’s going strong!).

At 35 I’ve been blessed with this wonderful son that I would not trade with anything in this world. A son with beautiful big brown eyes with long eyelashes that every girl envies, 10 long slender fingers and a big, wise heart. A good fishing buddy for his dad and a good library visitor for his mom. A son that inherits the best of both worlds and one day will spread his own wings and fly away from my nest.  

At 35 I have the best of parents anyone wished they had.  My parents live in the other side of the earth but the warmth of their love can be felt across the ocean.  All the long of phone conversations with them and those shorts texts on the phone! My husband’s parents are only 500 miles away, their love to me is undeniable and I am honored to call them my mom and dad. All the midnight ice cream scoops with chocolate toppings from dad, and Angry Birds team-up matches in the computer with mom. All of them. Each of them.  The best 2 set of parents that shape me the way I am now today, and show me the way to be a parent myself.

All the bills everyone loathes to pay! Yes I have them too. I’d say that I see them as blessings in disguise (don’t roll your eyes on me!) Most of the time I cringe when I see them, but they are one good proof that I’m blessed to have a house to call home where my loved one live. The heater, the electricity to cook our food, two vehicles that runs the first time we turn the key, the phone bills that connect me with my family, friends (and some telemarketers, unfortunately), and an expensive  private school tuition that give the best education to my son in return. They are worth every nickel of it.

At 35 I have a handful of friends that are real friends – the ones that ony a reach away when we need help,  the ones that we actually care for and they do in return. Some of them are within the city limit, some of them are scattered all over US, and some of them lives across the pond, in a beautiful strings of tropical islands called Indonesia.  I don’t  need a thousand faces and names  listed in Facebook.  I know I will be happy soul if I see 10 of them come to my funeral and that’s all I need. Who needs Facebook to hoard anyone and tag them ‘friend’ when I have real ones in heart.

My list can go on, and on, and on, it would’ve been so long that you’d think I’m making stuff up my head must’ve turned THAT big. But really, you are reading a blog from a blessed birthday girl. I havent included my other blessings; my big-hearted sister, my extended family from both sides, my health, my fat cat, the squirrels that jumps around the woods in my backyards, the sunshine, rain and my leather boots.

From all the wrongs I’ve done, I must have done something right that I’m looking at so many blessings. Happy birthday, blessed me.