Someone asked me one day how old I was and I lied.
I really didn't remember how old I was.
I really didn't remember.
Sorry Tiffany. I really didn't know how old I was.
Birthdays are a funny thing. It's something we can't change. They just keep coming. And some people really get hung up on the "number" part of it..
At times I do. Most of time I don't. Because I truly don't remember how old I am most of the time.
So today, as I sit and celebrate with my family my birthday differently this year, a little sad as traditionally in the past it would be a "birthday week" with my Great Auntie Beth's birthday is Feb 15th, and my Mom's is Feb 18th...we would do a Birthday week, it's okay that different is okay.
I was going through some old pictures and thought I would share.
Okay, I didn't share all of them as some.
Way too embarrasing.
Even though it's just a number.
I do have some pride on "numbers past"
On the back my Mom wrote that I was a week old..
Sometimes I still look at my Hannah and wonder who she really looks like
Then I pull this Picnic photo with my Brother, Sister and Cousins and think
Yep, She's Mine
(I'm this toe head top right, short hair)
Still not sure at times where Hannah gets all that Red Gorgeous Hair
I know she didn't get my
"Love For The Outdoor Wildlife"
Aka
She would never touch a Dead Fish If Her Life Depended On It
Okay maybe now she will since she wants to be a Doctor and loves her biology and science classes
But not at a wee one age.
We had a pretty Cool Childhood
Our Grandma Powell would take us on Field Trips to local places in Spokane
We went to a place that had brand new baby chicks.
With her it was always about a
"Photo Op"
She was in the Spokane Camera Club
I remember her always saying
"Hold still, I have to get the shot"
I think the baby birds were crapping in our hands
But we still had to
Hold Still
Grandma's taking the picture
Yep
I remember this one too
Sister and Brother
Climbing the Tree in Grandma's Yard
Wouldn't let me up
I was again sooo mad.
(I think that is why today I am such a spitfire)
I had to fight for my rights as the youngest of three)
Grandma's voice is coming back
Wait!
Let me get my camera!
My thoughts
"Hey"
"What about letting me up in the TREE GRANDMA"!
My Mom had a way of making things for us.
I think I had wrote before about our matching clothes.
But she also had a knack at Halloween Costumes
I vividly remember this.
But I remember wanting to be Jaws
Excited about it.
Giving my Mom one day's notice to help me with it.
Like the night before school
So why was I "not so happy" before Trick or Treating?
I didn't have to dress like my sister or brother?
I had the Cool Costume?
I remember always out playing with my brother so there were quite a few with him and myself
My sister was the one that hung with Grandma learning how to sew and cook
Shoulda hung out inside with her more
Would of actually learned to cook better
The sewing part.
Still no real desire.
Got the artsy part from my Auntie Beth.
Highschool was "fun"
Being Unique
Um yea.
Remember the Prom Dress?
Texas Hair To Match
This was Signe
And her cool dress too
It was Taffeta 80's I guess
But I don't think her's was vintage
I always wonder what happened to my best friend
We both beat to our own drums
I was just more comfortable doing it.
Even after Highschool
But these guys looking back
Probably should of had background checks.
They followed me around at Disneyland
Really
In not a good way.
So
Going down memory lane today, I am reminded that Birthday's are really just a number.
I learned that from My Auntie Beth
Who on Feb 15th she continues to remind me that she lived to be 96 and lived everyyear as it was just a number to her and never regreted another year she was given.