I'm 31 today and my birthday wish is that if someone threw me in the air and my shirt bounced up like Finn's, my tummy would look a little more like his, (minus the herniated belly button) and a little less like that huge kid in the air used to be tucked inSIDE of it.
(I'm kidding, I'm not that vain, I have lots more wishes...)
BUT--- it was so worth it. Even with that aftermath. I can't believe I'm 31, married for 9 years, with three kids... one of them coming up on 7. It's all far far too grown up for the way I feel. I feel like I can almost remember being that kid in the air. Seriously. How do we just keep getting oldeeeeerrrrrrr?
Ross would say "it's better than the alternative"-- and he's right. And I am so grateful for one more year.
We lost my dad two years ago today, and if he were alive, he would tell me something outrageously fabulous about myself----- he'd lie, but he'd believe it, and so he'd almost have me convinced. And I'd definitely stand a little taller afterwards. He was so good at that.
Then he'd tell the girls how they are more beautiful than the ocean and that they are worth more than all the money in the world and that they'd better find boys someday that know it.
Then he'd go on and on about how huge and muscular Finn is, and how he can already tell he's going to be a professional athlete, or President of the United States, or super hero. And then he'd stop himself and look at Ross and say... nope, he'll be like his daddy, this man is a saint. He's going to put all that strength into doing good like his daddy. Serving the Lord, being kind to people, and being there for his kids...
I can hear it all. I still miss him tons, and while two years ago, today was a very sad day, I'm glad that I can forever share share my birthday with his memory.