Author Confessions: I’m Younger Than My Biological Age

Last year I had a dream that I was to throw a party for my birthday this year. So with my husband’s blessing and the help of some close friends, the planning began. That was before a lot of other things sprung onto the horizon!

When this post goes live it will be my actual birthday, something I’m normally quiet about. Two days ago however a bunch of friends came to celebrate with me.

I still can’t believe I’m as old as I am. Surely there is an error on my birth certificate and my mom lied, right?

The only problem is my body sometimes complains more than it should. And without my wonderful hairdresser (Love you, Michelle!) I would sport a glittering crown on my head. My kids are adults and I’m an empty nester. In a few more years I’ll be able to get Social Security.

Surreal. But maybe everyone goes through this kind of thing?

The party really wasn’t designed to celebrate me though. It was a way to say thank you to some of the people who have been and still are a part of my life. I wanted to give something, not just be “Yay, Susan, you’re awesome!” Partly because I know all too well how fallible I am and in need of God’s mercy and grace.

I also don’t act my age. Neither does my husband so many people guess both of us as much younger, but married for far longer than we really are. I’d say that’s a pretty cool God thing, wouldn’t you? If I can laugh loud, love abundantly, and enjoy the work God has placed before me, I’m pretty blessed indeed.

It really isn’t about things though, is it? It’s about the people who have been a part of my life for however long God grants it. We never know when the end will be so why not celebrate with those I am grateful for who have enriched my life? Some can’t attend which I understand. It is summer after all.

So happy birthday to me. I’ll add a few photos I’ve unearthed from my younger years. (the ones that make me look good! LOL!) That younger woman is still inside me, older perhaps, and hopefully wiser.