Thank you for the many birthday greetings I received through comments on my blog,emails and phone calls. I am blessed!
It was a great birthday, despite the fact that my husband John caught what Noah had last week and has been quite sick. Since carrying a tissue box and walking like a zombie is not party material, he stayed home with Noah last night and I went out with the girls.
Before I went I stopped by the bank. I was just happy. Silly happy, probably walking around with a goofy look on my face. At the bank I met a new teller, a blond girl who seemed very sweet. As she processed my transaction, a song came over the sound system. Whitney Houston's "How Will I Know?"
"Oh, man." I said. "This brings back such a good memory."
I was instantly transported. Big hair in Texas. Just out of college. Dancing around my apartment. Hoping and praying that a certain young man would love me. But "How Will I Know" I sang aloud.
"This is a great song." The teller agreed.
I was still locked in nostalgia.
"It was 1985. I remember it so well." I couldn't help but grin.
"1985?" The blond teller asked. "Oh, I wasn't alive yet."
Grin vanished.
Then it came back with a giggle.
"Thanks so much." I laughed. "Today is my birthday!"
As I drove to meet my sister, sis-in-law and another friend, the thought occured that I am closer to 50 than 40.
Yikes.
Oh well. I still can dance. I don't have to wonder "how will I know." I know.
Maybe I will find a new bank.
2 comments:
Happy Birthday, Robbie! I am glad you had a great night out, even after realizing that people who weren't alive in 1985 are now allowed to work in banks. I had a harsh age-moment like that when I ran into the mom of a little girl I used to babysit for. In my mind, the girl is still ten years old, but I am pretty sure ten-year-olds don't get married, have kids of their own and get divorced like this one did. Where does the time go?
Let me know if changing banks works.
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