My perfect birthday at 54 years young!!!

Today...I am 54 years old. I used to think that it's an old age. When I was a teenager, I used to think that once I turn 50, I would probably feel old.

But once I turned 50, and now 54, I find myself to really enjoy my life.

Of course, the wrinkles, grey hair, and forgetfullness have arrived since the early 50s. So it's no surprise that, at the age of 54, they are with me like shadows.

But on the other hand, the age of 54 brought with it the realization that perhaps, this is the best time of my life. I can look at all my children and proudly say that they are all good children. I look at my husband and see a man I've spent almost 30 years of my life with, and have always expressed his love for me. He is probably the main reason I look so old and fat. Every morning he would say he loves me and every night he would say I'm beautiful (I know it's not true but like it.HAHAH). Makes me complacent and not aware of the aging that approaches.

At the age of 54, I have many good friends, own many dogs which others would love to have, and these dogs love me unconditionally.

I've never considered cosmetic surgery even though wrinkles have not been kind but never mind. I've never thought of hiding my real age. I've never wanted o use any of the pictures from my younger days when I give interviews to local newspapers. Why should I? Many lives have had to end young. It's not as if they would want not to grow old. Some have to grow old alone. I'm not like that. I have people love me and dogs that worship me (of course there are people that hates,hurts and harms me but I choose not to care.)

MY husband gave me flowers and a nice simple wish (and hopefully genuine) as my birthday present. I don't like anything artificial so I only appreciate fresh flowers. So the flowers I received from my husband and children once a year is something I keep with till next year. It'll wither and changes colour but it's something that always cheer me up till my next birthday.

This morning, I went out to offer food to the monks, just like every other morning.

My husband and Sa took me out for a birthday meal with my brother's family, whose birthday is near to mine. It's a simple meal, and something we do repetitively, but I always enjoy it nonetheless.

Saiyai and Kawee sent their love across the oceans from New York and Vancouver, respectively. When I returned home, the dogs do not know if this is my birthday or any other day, but they show me overwhelming love. This is enough to make my birthday perfect.