Turning 60 last month made me feel so old. Inside I still feel like I’m 30 or 40, even if my body says otherwise. My parents seemed so OLD when they turned 60. Do I seem that way to my children and my students? What took the edge off my pain was that everyone came home to celebrate. (Except Josh. The sad part of being a firefighter is all the fun times you miss.) That was an amazing present. There’s nothing better than being with my wonderful family.
But wait! There’s more! I did nothing–they organized a party for 30 of my closest Ventura friends. My children are incredible. I did nothing. They did everything.
Brenna spent long hours baking three cakes: Boston Cream Pie, German Chocolate and Carrot. She is truly a talented cake baker. Yes, I can give you the recipe but it won’t taste like hers. We discovered Matt’s hidden talent: Charcuterie boards. His were truly a work of art.
Kelly, Brenna, Molly, and Matt, planned, shopped, arranged, and cleaned. There were dear friends, flowers, good food and grandchildren.
The girls gave a wonderful champagne toast that included stories from their perspective growing up. It was really sweet. Earlier in the week I had been asking Lydia what different animals say. She turned it on me and asked “What does the Grandmarsh say?”
“I don’t know. What DOES the Grandmarsh say?”
“You’re so special.” They ended the toast with that phrase that I say so often.
I was surrounded by all my favorite people who live in town and my family. And the guests brought my favorite present: kind words. Next time can I have the party without the growing old part?