Birthdays are Times for Reflection
I closed the car door. Walking toward the house, I could feel a wave of reflection beginning to churn, like a storm, uncontrollable. Entering through the front door and stepping into the house, I met my wife coming to greet me. “What is it?” she asked. I guess she could tell I had something on my mind. I paused, not sure how to put words to feelings.
“Have I done all I could have?” I mused aloud. Although I’m not sure that particular grammatical structure captured my exact sentiments, she knew what I was referring to in the question: My birthday.
Yes, another birthday has found me.
Thinking back through time, I remember birthday number 30. A surprise party. I had met the girl of my dreams. Things were progressing well, something I had resigned would never happen. But yet it had. Great hope. Anticipation for what would come next in life. The next ten years brought great adventure. A wedding. A house. A move. A new house. New friends. Wonderful friends. All good. All good. Ten years move past.
And then, somehow another round-number birthday found me. This time a trip to Costa Rica. Two beautiful children. Another move, to New York City this time. A new job. Amazing new colleagues. Then another move. New job. One more baby. All good. All good. Except Mom, losing her. Tough. Terrible.
Not speaking of my mom, my wife asked, “Would you have traded any of that?” Inhaling deeply, I shook my head.
Have I done all I could have? The question echoed in my thoughts. Then, Is that even a fair question? I realized… I’m so grateful for the many blessings, people, experiences, family, knowledge, and opportunity that have graced these past fifty years.
Today is my birthday. Here’s to another decade of adventure…