just another day

For some of us, well it’s just another day. We are another day older. We made it through another day. It’s one step closer, or one step farther. Days go by, 24 hours, and hopefully a night of sleep removes us from the number on the calendar on the wall. For some, it’s a hurrah to survival. A chance to live again. A time to breath a sigh of relief. A moment of realizing the worst is over and it might actually be a good day today. For some, there is much fuss and ado. For some cakes, balloons, festivities, gifts and singing. For others its just another day on the calendar. I made it through another year; alive. I didn’t lose my patience, I still have my pride and I wonder how I will walk another step but I am alive.

When we were kids we didn’t have birthday parties. We did get to choose what cake we had. This year, the first in many, I didn’t have a cake. I don’t need cake. Mother always made me the chocolate cake with white fluffy frosting. She’s gone! I could have made it but since I only like the frosting, kind of pointless. I could make a pan of the frosting and eat it and I would be happy; and sick.

I chose to do something different with my birthday- ignore it. Well not really since I had a plan and we were up north and we painted the cabin and then went shopping and then had fireworks on the lake. But it’s just a date on the calendar. The joy and fun wasn’t there. Perhaps because other things in life were more pressing. Perhaps because a few cards from friends warmed my heart and that’s all I really needed. I drove home to cowboy church and hugs from people with music being the bow on top. Years ago I would have through that insignificant and unsuited for a Birthday. This year; thankful I am allowed to be a part of a community that shares the passion I do. Thankful for those who come to listen and love what we do. Thankful that I can still sit at the piano and let em’ rip and they rip! (figuratively for tickling the ivories).

Birthdays give me a reminder that it’s one less here on this earth and one more closer to heaven. And, if heaven is all it’s cracked up to be, I will have that pot of frosting with no calories, no head ache and no one looking at me and asking, “Did you eat that whole pan of frosting?”