I spent my birthday eve with this amazing human- the woman who was kind enough to bring me into this world, my Mama.
Driving home this evening, I turned to my husband, “I’m a pretty lucky person,” I said.
And I don’t say that to be flippant, or trite, I know darn well how lucky I am to have this person in my life. This person who insists that at 51, my birthday still be super special.
And it was:
And now I am tired and off to bed. My belly is full of lobster, champagne and cake. My heart and head are full of gratitude and delight.
May we all be loved.
Samsmom 