Coming Clean

The agonising by a couple of our blogging fraternity recently

(Mel and Rambler)

about having to face their 36th birthdays

made me smile -

a little wistfully, it has to said.

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Why?

Good question.

I was thinking: "36! "

You're worried about being 36!!

*Hu-llo-oo*

Don't you know you are in the prime of life, people?!

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Of course, I can see that now

I have the advantage of hindsight.

A LOT

of hindsight!

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Coming clean means telling you that the 3 day fest for this birthday is because this is my 65th, ahem, my 65th,

that is,

my

65th birthday.

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I can hardly believe it.

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What the heck happened:

I was just going about the ordinary business of life,

toddling through the warp and woof of living on this planet

and suddenly:

Whammo!

Here I am

65.

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I always imagined I would be dignified and wise at 65;

would have a handle on life;

able to give wise counsel to young women and stuff like that

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Hah!

I still have trouble realising I'm not a young mom myself

And I see that often young moms are a lot smarter than me.

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Anyway

My journey has been fantastic up to now

Its all been great

Just really fast.

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Its been epic the way people have spoilt me the last few days:

I told you about the night out and the trip to Franschhoek;

Mel told you about the Sunday lunch with the family

and the box set of Friends dvd's they gave me.

(I am a Friends junkie!)

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Its always a buzz for me to have my family around me,

as it is for any mom

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Anyway -

then yesterday, I was taken to a mystery location for breakfast.

The location turned out to be a friend's place and

she had gathered "my girls"

(as in my daughters and DILs,)

+ one DIL's mom, around a sumptuous brekky.

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So much kindness!

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Then,

I had paused the cricket

So I could come home and watch us humble the Aussies finally.

A perfect ending to the day.

:-)

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