Tomorrow is my birthday.
I turn 50.
50 years on this earth. 50 years on this beautiful, volatile, amazing earth. One thought that has resonated.
How lucky are we to be alive?
How lucky are we to be alive?
This was me at my 40th birthday party.
This photo was taken 5 months after we lost Samantha. And my 40th birthday.
My god…I thought. I have lost everything. What will I be now.
A friend of mine does a post about this picture, he says “And Heather opened her mouth and swallowed her friends whole.”
The irony…..is that I really wanted to swallow you whole. My poor heart felt so felt sad and empty, perhaps if I swallowed you all, I could be full.
I tried to swallow you all but your heads are really big and my jaw doesn’t do that funky dislodging thing that snakes do.
Perhaps its for the better.
Instead you filled my heart. Reminded me I was loved. Nursed me through my 40’s.
And so here we are.
50 brings a light and love that I see shinning through windows, reflected in the trees, returned in a hug or fist bump.
I promise I will no longer devour you.
Hooray for 50.
You bring me Delight
Samsmom 