Significant Birthday

What a beautiful weekend! Sunny, and middle 70’s, yesterday and today! I wrote earlier today that I needed to go outdoors while it is so nice. I did go out and sat on the deck for a while, then sat on my neighbor’s deck, visiting her and another neighbor. We don’t very often get to visit, and we should do it more often, because Ruth and Joe will soon be leaving for their winter in Florida, November 1st. The three of us took a walk, not a long one, but it was a walk!

It’s the first day of fall today. 60 years ago today, my Grandma Ebersole used to always tell me that my Dad was in the field harvesting when she walked to the field and told him that he had just become the Father of a baby girl. (He was too busy in the fields to take time to go to the hospital and wait around while Mom was in labor!). I was not only the first born to my Mother and Dad, but I was also the first born Grandchild on my Dad’s side of the family. (On Mom’s side, I was way down the line). So, Grandma always told me how “special” I was. I’m glad she did, because all during my growing up years, and school years, I never felt special at school or even at home. However, I did feel special when I was around my Grandparents and my Aunts and Uncles. They always made me feel so special, and if not for the affirmation I always got from them all my life, I probably would have not had any self esteem. I’m so grateful for the love my family has always shown me. If you have love from your family, and know that God loves you, then it doesn’t really matter if anyone else loves you. Of course, I’m even more blessed, because not only do I have the love of my family, but I have so many friends, who I know also love me and because of all the love I feel around me, I’m truly a blessed person!

I called my brother this afternoon, as he shares my birthday. Do any of you readers have the same birthday as a sibling? He’s not a twin, just happens to have the same birth date, different year. He wasn’t home, so I sang happy birthday to him on the telephone.

My “baby” sister (45) called me to wish me Happy Birthday, and so did my out of town son. Last week I called another brother, Tim, whose birthday is on the 18th, he’s the first of the three siblings that were born when I was a teen. I can’t believe that he turned 48! Gosh, I changed his diapers! I just can’t imagine that the three youngest in our family are all in their 40’s already, but then, I can’t believe that I’m 60 either!

It’s been a great Birthday weekend.