My baby is turning 30 Monday and my daddy is 89 years old… My birthday in August was very difficult for me this year!

I’m suppose to be 30 and my daddy is the one who’s old at 50 something, NOT me!

As my children bring their children into this world, my world seems to be slightly distorted… Not in a bad way, I certainly am blessed and thankful for my blessings… It just seems as if I was just watching the Ed Sullivan show on Sunday nights and there was the Partridge Family everyone loved! Not sure what happened to all those great years. At least they seemed great as a child. I think innocence is truly a gift… Today children loss their innocence to soon.

Having played outside for hours, days and years made my childhood simple and fun… We never knew anything different.

I’m thankful to such wonderful childhood, memories I will cherish always… And now, I will continue to grasp the reality of the aging process… I can’t stop it, but I will admit I’m still learning how to accept it and embrace it… All while kicking and screaming… (Like a child!)

So now, as a grandmother, here I am. My mind filled with wonderful childhood memories stuck in a 50 something body. Reflecting on my own

babies growing up and having babies. Realizing the ones that blessed me with those awesome childhood memories are themselves stuck in very old bodies facing the end of their lives…

It’s quite an emotional place to be… Joy, Love, Happiness, blessings, all while embracing missing what use to be…and knowing what is yet to come…

In “wonder” of tomorrow…