Hello, Again!

Happy New Year, everyone! Wow! It has been a long time since I last wrote, and for that I apologize. Shortly after my last post, I moved into my own apartment and proceeded to spend the next week in the hospital. I didn’t have Internet in my new place until right before the holidays, and well… You know how the holidays go. So, here I am, four months later, finally ready to continue blogging. There is so much to discuss I’m not even sure where to start, but I think I will start with the most bittersweet: birthdays.
As I write this, there have been two major birthday milestones in my family. My daughter turned 21 in September, and I turned 40 in November. On top of that, my son is turning 19 tomorrow, and it’s his first birthday for which I haven’t been there. It also marks the last year that I can say I have a teenager. So, yes – the birthdays are bittersweet this time around.
For my daughter’s 21st birthday, she came over to the city with a friend of hers. My best friend flew up for the night, and together with my brothers we danced the night away. It is a memory I will always treasure. I love that my daughter is getting to the age where, while she is still “my child,” she is also becoming “my friend.”
As for that whole turning 40 thing, I really am okay with it. Looking back on my life so far, I have accomplished the goals that I have set for myself up until this point. Yes, there have been struggles along the way, but I am very proud of what I have accomplished so far. I am also very excited about what my future holds. I have a whole new list of goals to accomplish for the second half of my life (more on that another time). It was weird spending my birthday with my mom and brothers and without either of my children or any of my friends, but on a positive note – since I am a Thanksgiving baby I was able to celebrate with them only a couple of days later. Therefore, I will now have the best of both worlds for my birthday!
Funny enough, the toughest birthday of the three is definitely my son’s. This will be his last year as a teenager, and I’m having difficulty processing that. My son is an almost-grown man, even though I feel like it was just yesterday that he was my little boy. I must admit, if there was ever a moment where I could freeze time, this would be it.
Speaking of birthdays, it is almost midnight in Florida. I am off to tell my son happy birthday. I promise I won’t leave you hanging for another four months!