A letter I received not long ago is a timely reminder that I'm getting older. Stepping into the Over 30s Category, I'm now officially called Auntie i.e. a woman who is not young anymore.
Nevermind the saggings, bloatings, and greying hairs - I'll see them as signs of ageing... falling apart... wisdom! :) After all, who doesn't grow old and die?
Anyway, this BIG 3-0 not only nudged me to reflect upon my life experiences so far (what have I achieved?), but also urged me to envision myself in the future (what am I going to achieve in the next 30 years?). Well, while I definitely don't have a big plan in mind (like pioneering a children's foundation), I could visualize myself 30 years later, on my birthday...
Today is my 60th birthday and I'm celebrating it with my husband, my son, my daughter-in-law, and my grandchildren. I'm wearing my favourite dark blue dress, clutching my favourite titanium pocketbook (clutch) with my pretty bob haircut, and, as usual, without any make up on but just a dash of lip balm to keep my lips soft. I feel very blissful right now to (still) be alive and every moment felt like a dream.
My beloved husband (I hope he's still alive) now walks up to me and presented me with a bouquet of the most beautiful dark blue roses I've ever seen. He gave me a kiss on my (then wrinkled) face like he always used to for the past 40 years. I blushed like a little teenage girl and flashed a brilliant smile at my husband and the rest of my family. That brilliant smile that first attracted my husband.
I now turned around to the piano waiting for me and, with a deep breath, began my mini recital of Mozart's Turkish March - something I really wished I could do.
The song ended and my family members who were listening intently gave a round of encouraging applause. I hoped I've made my husband proud. After a wonderful meal, we rounded off the celebration by singing birthday song and sharing a mango cheesecake.
This is it. This will be how I'm going to spend my 60th birthday - with the people I love.
Of course, by then, the younger generations will address me as Ah Mmm or Ah Mah (elderly woman).
In any case, I hope by that day, in 2042AD, this blog will be filled with all the important things I want to remember and, as I look back in retrospection and maybe with tears of joy and sorrow combined, I know that the past 60 years of my life is not wasted, as I've loved enough and lived enough - I am contented and I feel blissful :)
If possible, I'll post a grand picture of me and my family on that very day 23rd March, in the year 2042. Hope to see you then!
