Happy Birthday to Me! Is it really?

Tomorrow I turn 41.

I usually don't make a deal about my birthday. At least not once I became an adult.

I am taking this time to evaluate my life (or at least some of it). Where I am, what I have, and where I am going. While there are goods and bad in my life, there is more good than bad. I know a lot of what I write here is about the pain and struggle that I am currently engaged in, but there is a lot of good too.

I have a great wife. I really love K and she is a saint. Considering all I put her through in the past 18 months, she is still standing with me. We still have a good time when we are together and she is still my best friend.

I have great kids. They are not perfect, to be sure, but they are pretty good. They love me and I love them. I know they will grow up to be good people and I am proud of them all the time. There is nothing I like better than coming home after a hard day at work, and have my 2 younger kids come running to greet me at the door with a big hug. I would like it from the older kids too, but they are usually too absorbed in whatever they are doing to notice I came home. {sigh} teenagers.

I have a great family. My parents love me and they have always been supportive of me. When I came out to them almost 2 years ago, they did not hesitate to let me know they love me just as much gay as they do straight. If I had know how accepting they were going to be, I would have come out when I was 18. Of course if I did that I would have missed out on K and the kids.

I have not always been close to my sister, but she has been super supportive. I talk to her on the phone way more than I have in the past. I am very grateful that she is there.

There are other blessings in my life and I thought it was important to take a minute from my normal boo hoo-ing to express my gratitude.

Tomorrow there will probably be more boo hoo-ing.