In March, on my favorite number of 14, I turn 75. I’m going
to celebrate!
When I turned 50, I decided it was time to celebrate all
month. Celebrations give us something to be thankful for. It’s time to
celebrate all year!
When I lived in Maryland, I had lifelong friends I could
celebrate with. Since moving to Pennsylvania, where I knew no one, my number of
friends has increased slowly. So, I have made an effort to remember to
celebrate and be happy with small or large accomplishments. Turning 75 is a
large accomplishment! (Of course, partying at 75 is a lot different than partying in my younger years!)
Ten years ago I found my lost charm bracelet when we were cleaning out my mother’s home. I was given the charm bracelet by my parents when I was in the 10th grade. I started putting charms on it that reflected my life. A graduation cap was one of the first charms placed on it. A sewing machine charm was next. And my life story began.
I’m making it into a
necklace for me to wear this year. My life story. My history. What God has done
in my life and what He has given me to do for Him. I want to thank Him each
time I wear it for the years He’s given me through all the joys and fun, and all
the heartbreak and sadness. I want to remember.
To my astonishment there are 14 charms on the bracelet! I had not thought to count them before. The number 14 comes up everywhere in my life. It’s just right!
The bracelet tells my story . . . a Graduation cap for my High School graduation; a sewing machine for making my own clothes; a piano for lessons I took in my childhood, a telephone for working at the Telephone Company for 21 years; a typewriter for the type of work I did and continue to do.
A child charm for my daughter, Sandy; a Volkswagen Beetle for my favorite car in my 20s; a friend's charm for my lifelong and new friends; a Bible for my faith; a HOPE charm for my Savior; an anniversary charm for my marriage; a camera for my hobby; an envelope for my note writing years and article writings; a watering can for the gardens I created when I retired.
We all have enough bad memories. It's nice to be reminded of good times in your own life. Memories that warm your heart, especially in the winter of your life.
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