I celebrate birthdays.
In a random google search, and from some J.W. friends, I have learned that birthday celebrations had strong pagan origins and that these celebrations weren't exactly Biblically sanctioned!
I still celebrate birthdays!
I like to think that my God is not legalistic about where celebrations originated and that if I want to take a day to thank Him for what I have and ask Him to lead me through the next year; well, I believe He is honored in that. I don't believe that when people give me a "Happy Birthday," they are warding off evil spirits or that a candle-filled cake honors any greek goddess. I genuinely believe it is all just a sign of goodwill. And on that note, I will take it!
I do wish, however, that I could pass on the increasing amount of gray in my hair. I know, seriously shallow and vain. I have found some slight pleasure in knowing that my husband now has some of his own:
You see that big light hair in his goatee? It's the fat gray one! You have no idea the excitement I had this night! Obviously, I had to get the camera and document this momentous event!
Sadly, I am winning this contest. Pat must be thinking golf score. I wish I could convince my follicles to play that way.
Oh well. If this is the worse thing in my life (and it's pretty high up there) then that is a testament to how amazingly blessed my life has been these 34 years. I have to admit, I don't stress about much. In fact, I rarely stress. This last year has opened my eyes and heart to so much, and I am a little apprehensive but extremely excited to see where this knowledge takes me. Ten years ago my life changed. Eight and a half years ago my life became combined with another's and change has been my constant! I have no idea what lies ahead, but I know that change has been good to me and I will celebrate this change in my age!
Now then, perhaps I need to change that hair color...