I love my birthday. As cheesy as that may sound, I just love celebrating me. And I always have. I am proud of myself for embracing my gifts (meaning my abilities… not the adorable bracelets I got last night!). I embrace getting older, too. I never feel anything but great about the advancing numbers. I have my mother to thank for that. She turns 60 this year. Her unpretentious confidence is an inspiration to women of all ages!
When I celebrate me, it just comes naturally that I celebrate those who are hopping this path with me. I was born on March 30, 1982, my uncle’s 16th birthday. I consider him my best friend, my guide, my brother. Besides my parents, he and his other half spent more time with me than any other person growing up, so I credit them with raising me just as much as I do my parents. We always celebrate our birthdays together. Even this year, as Stephen turned 50, we shared a cake with both names on it. In some ways, we feel like twins, 16 years removed.
Happy 50th Stephen… Happy 34th me.
Every year, I coordinate some sort of celebration for my day with my friends– some years with more classic revelry than others but always uplifting. Last night, I was blessed to sit at the head of a table, flanked by the most beautiful souls. Thank you ladies, and the Chris’s who love them, for being there with me. When I sat in meditative reflection this morning, I saw our table from last night. My mind’s journey took me around the table where I handed each of my friends in attendance a yellow rose, that classic symbol of friendship. I treasure you ladies, boundlessly.
I carry my Kindle with me almost everywhere and I often glide through the electronic pages of Doreen Virtue’s Angel Numbers 101, the reference book for numbers we see and numbers that resonate with us. So before I sat to write this morning, I looked up Virtue’s “translation” of the number 34, the age number that I earned last Wednesday and celebrated thoroughly for the last 8 days: “34 Your prayers are heard and answered by the angels and ascended masters, who are with you right now.”
Damn right. Cheers to my 34th and to my earth angels, those with furry tails and those without!