A long time ago, in a town, somewhere in the south…a girl was born. She had all the potential of any kid. But little did she know 41 years later that she would end up being married for 20 years and have a 15 (almost 16) and 14 year old. She did not know all the things that would happen or what she would achieve. She had no clue what life was going to bring her. All she knew at that moment was that she was warm and safe in her mom’s arms.
Years passed and she grew up to be a rambunctious tom boy, an ornery teenager, and a curious and ambitious adult. She met a man that would change everything she knew up to that point. She would fall in love and give him two beautiful amazing children. She gave him her heart and never looked back.
Again the years continued to pass and she got older but never felt old. She never thought of being old even as her number went up because no one ever looked at herself as being old. She was always asked where do you get that energy, how do you do it….? She just smiled and said I just do.
But now as I sit here…thinking about everything…I realize age really is a number. It is not how we should define ourselves. We should define ourselves by our abilities not by how old we are. If we are able to do whatever we want, see, be…then we should. Today is my birthday and yes I am 41 years old but I do not let it define me….I define it.