Today is my birthday. Although I know there are some who prefer not to notice birthdays piling up, viewing them sometimes as they do magazines piling up in the corner basket (“I wish those things would stop arriving at my house!”), I for one look forward to my birthday each year.
This year, our plan was to travel to the Connecticut shore to see old friends, dine in an old favorite restaurant, and stay in an old favorite hotel. All as a family. We would then rise and shine at whatever hour the children opened their eyes, and join our friends for brunch- maybe even after a swim at the hotel. And then, after inventing a leisurely plan for spending the day in the historic shoreline town of New London, we would return home for a family dinner at the homestead.
But the kids are sick. Hmm…yeah, that’s not gonna happen.
And so, the plan has changed. And I know I could be bummed out about that, I suppose. But a mentor once told me that when you choose life for everything it is, and everything it isn’t, you are just so much happier.
I feel so fortunate to be the father of three wonderful children, the husband to one amazing wife. And to be the son of two wonderful parents. And the friend to so many wonderful people. And the grandson of a wonderful Grandmother.
Today I am grateful. As I write this morning, my daughters have awakened. They’ve come downstairs. And each of them has hugged me. With their cold-stricken, cough-hampered voices, they’ve said to me, “Happy Birthday, Papa!” So I must sign off.
But I will close with one of my favorite lines to one of my favorite movies, “Jerry Maguire.” This line was delivered by the actor playing Dicky Fox at the end of the movie; he says, “I love my wife. I love my life. And I wish you my kind of success.”