Well, that’s fitting in so many ways.
It’s my birthday on Sunday.
I’ll celebrate by going to the beach.
It’s a huge birthday.
No, it’s not 40, BTDT. It’s not 50, that’s yet to come.
It’s only 46.
But it’s huge.
It’s…well, I don’t have time to look in a thesaurus, I only have five minutes.
This is, drum roll, please, my first birthday free from my abusers, my first birthday (ever) when abuse is not a deciding factor in how the day will turn out.
I’m taking the kids to our beach.
The beach that was one of my stepping stones to freedom.
The beach which I was able to tell Zelena I never wanted him to go with us because his presence would ruin it.
When we are there, we have freedom. There is nothing else going on in our lives. There is no school, no unemployment, no fear, no tragic past.
And we will celebrate…more than just another year, we will celebrate the new.
It will not make the future more certain, but we will celebrate the now, the freedom that we have, the peek at hope it gives us.