One Step at a Time

We had a PHENOMENAL time at this company party on Saturday night at Heritage Park. I don’t even know where to start … it was overwhelming. Unlimited rides (=thrilled kids), an amazing dinner, free drinks (=happy parents), and the most fun carnival atmosphere you could imagine. Cotton candy and stilt-walkers and popcorn at every turn, horse and buggy rides, gunny-sack races, face painting (real artists, not someone’s niece doing it!), cappucino bars, and just so much fun riding on the old-fashioned rides at the park well into the night! Tons of people that we knew from Kevin’s work in the past were there to visit with. The night was warm and truly magical. I think we’ll all remember it fondly for a long time.

It turned into an interesting talk with the kids, about money. We explained the party to them that this family started a company and made a lot of money. Their company has done well for 100 years, so they wanted to thank everyone for working so hard, so they decided to have this party. Troy figured out that they had to be “rich” to have this party. Derek said, “We’re pretty rich, because we’re here.” That kid is such an orangutang 99.9% of the time, and yet he comes out with the most profound things. We were rich on Saturday night, that’s for sure.

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Today is my birthday. I joked on Saturday night, that it was pretty nice of “them” (don’t you love talking about “them”???) to throw me such an amazing birthday party?! The funny part was that I woke up this morning thinking, wow, this is what it feels like to be 37. It feels great. I feel like I’m in such an exciting time in every area of my wellness, and I truly can’t wait to see what the next year brings me. I enjoyed a lazy-brunch-morning with our friends and really savoured the day.

I was surprised by a lovely cake by our Calgary friends before we said g’bye … and then someone asked me how old I was. I said, “37″. Troy said, “No, Mom, you’re 36.” HUH???? I actually had to do the math. As in, on paper. Yep, he was right. This is about the third time in my life I’d actually bet the bank I was a different age.

I don’t have all that wierd stuff some women have about getting older. Since I was three, I’ve had a huge desire to be older, and it has truly never left me. It could be that I’m the youngest in my family. It could be that I truly love most old people, and find them completely fascinating. (When I’m 90, this blog will be fascinating, see? ) It could be that my parents enrolled me in some wierd experimental education program in our county, where I skipped Grade 5, and therefore remained younger than all of my friends for the rest of my days and was not able to get my driver’s license until the fall of Grade 12. (Can you spell: “not cool”????) Anyhow, when I was 20, I thought, how cool to be 30. (I laugh because I thought I’d have it all together by then. Naive thing.) And I don’t do that in a this-age-sucks way, because I really think I’m pretty good at embracing life on a daily basis. I just do it in a can’t-wait-to-read-the-rest-of-the-book way.

So, I’m 36. And in the next few days, I’ll be posting my list of goals for what that’s going to mean for me. Because that’s just the kind of 36-year old I am.