Fourteen years ago, I started a journey of being a single mom. I was 33 years old. Wow, 33 seems so much younger than 47. The first few years were a struggle for sure. I never thought that after 14 years, I’d still be a single mom. I never thought I’d spend 14 years raising my five kids all by myself. Some days I wonder what’s so wrong with me that no one seems to be able to put up with me in a relationship.
Today, I had 85 people wish me Happy Birthday! Eighty-five between Facebook, text messages, phone calls, and other social media sites. How in the heck did I get to know 85 people in the last 14 years? My mind is just boggled at this. I’ve always been a loner and a drifter. I’ve moved 43 times in my life and never really took any friends with me as I moved from town to town, place to place, or house to house. I just can’t quite fathom how I managed to gain 85 people who wished me happy birthday today. My heart just feels so overwhelmed.
My birthday celebrations this year lasted over a few days – Sarah took me out to get a pedicure with her. It was alot of fun and I love my pretty red toes! We had a gift certificate from Culver’s so we all went there to get custard after Isaac got off work. And since Sarah was going back to college on my birthday we made cupcakes the night before. I’d have to say, this year was my best and favorite birthday so far.
