Today is my birthday

I'm turning 80 years old

I'm clearly past the point of being able to do everything by myself

I'm constantly in need of assistance

It sucks

My entire daily routine relys on other people's help

Even though this day is dreadful I'm quite excited to see my sons, daughters, and grandchildren

They visit me in my humble abode that reeks of "old people" smell

I make a wish for more and more years to come as I blow out the candles on my cake

They provide me with presents and cards

I open each up one by one, thanking them

Except one present really hit me in the heart

My grandaughter, Emma, gave me a bundle of Disney Movies

Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Tarzan, etc

After I opened them up I looked at her and she whispered to me

"Grandma, just being you are 80 on the outside, doesn't mean that you are 80 on the inside."

She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek

As she walked away a small tear fell down my face

That was the best present I could have received

I hope and pray that when my grandchildren grow older

The flame of a candle isn't the only thing that should disappear on their birthday