My husband and I turned 50 years old today.
There's no getting around what a novelty it is. Sharing the same birthday and now turning 50 years old together.
Last year in one of my first blogs I wrote about what turning 49 meant to me. It was just after my husband had finished cancer treatments for glioblastoma. That year and the year before it were a roller coaster of events and emotions.
Now here we are!
Adam really wanted to throw a party to celebrate our dual 50th birthdays, but I was against it. I love a good party, going to them and throwing them for others, but this one didn't appeal to me.
For years we talked about how we would like to celebrate turning 50. I was more interested in going away while Adam always talked about having a big blowout with family and friends.
I suggested to him that he have a party, and I would help him organize it and attend as a guest. He said, "How can you be a guest when its your birthday too?" It made perfect sense to me, but he wasn't buying it.
Then one day this past summer I met the remarkable Elly Gotz for a coffee. He told me that year he celebrated his 60th wedding anniversary as well as his 90th birthday. Both were with parties.
Elly and I had talked about his hard life in the Holocaust and his love of life. He always found a way to have fun.
He learned about the rough times that my family had gone through recently.
I told him about our upcoming big birthdays and that I wasn't interested in doing a celebration. Elly leaned into the table, looked me in the eye and quietly said, "Janet, have the party."
What he was telling me was to enjoy life, celebrate the moments and not hold back.
So this past weekend we had a big party. Love, laughter, and good dance music filled the room. It was a great feeling and I don't regret it for a minute.
And 50? So far, so good.