Today is my birthday. I’m 34 years old. Birthdays are odd. I know logically that I’m 34 but I don’t feel like I’m supposed to be 34. It isn’t hard for me to remember turning 21 so it doesn’t feel that it was THAT long ago. However, logically I know it was 13 years old. 13 years seems like a long time, but if it were that long ago, then how can I remember it so well?
I remember my mother turning 34. My mother. I was a child and thinking how grown up my mother was. You may wonder why my mother turning 34 sticks out in my brain. I recall it because she always said 33 was her favorite year. I’m not sure why she loved 33 so much. I just know that when she turned 34, she said 33 was great so I think I’ll stay there. Even now, she says she is 33.
I don’t think I have had my 33 yet. I’ve had lots of wonderful blessings but I don’t think I’ve had that year where I say “you know what, life was so great this year, I think I’ll stay right here”.
Maybe 34 will be my 33?