Tomorrow, June 23rd is my birthday.
While others may look at New Year's Eve as a time of reflection; I look at my birthday for doing that.
I feel older.
I believe those words that my grandma used to say ; that time flies as you get older, that you will never get to do over any day.
I can remmber riding in the back seat of their Buick after enjoying my 11th birthday (grandpa always took us for rides in the evening time). My grandma asked if I had a great day. I replied , yes. She said she was glad because honey,you only get one 11th birthday, one time to celebrate that day.
I think of where I have come from, I think about where I want to be, what I want to do.
I miss those that are already gone from my life.
I miss my girls being little and making me homemade, crayon drawn birthday cards.
I miss the world of nursing. I miss taking care of others.
I want to see things and places. I want to walk along the ocean again in my life.
I want a house, a real house.
I want to surround myself with good people- people I love.
I want others to know that even though I may not see them every day, they are thought of.
I want to use my birthdays to make me a better person.
I want Key Lime Pie instead of birthday cake.