I did not post yesterday. I was celebrating the day of my birth. 50 years on this amazing earth. 50 years of being a human during this time.
I was a delightful day. I received so many sweet notes from dear friends. Inhaled beautiful flower arrangements, drank too much champagne and dove into a gorgeous lobster with ravenous glee.
I love my birthday. I really do. I woke up and Hubs glanced over at me, “Happy Birthday.” He said.
“Happy Birthday to you,” I returned.
“It’s not my birthday.”
“I know, but I feel like I should say something in return.”
“No, today is all about you,” he said.
“I KNOW. It is isnt it?” And I giggled like a child.
It is miraculous that we are all here in the forms that we are. Not only did every strand of DNA have to align perfectly, which is miraculous by itself. But that my mom at 19 and my dad at 20 decided what the heck, sure lets start a family.
I know it was a little more complicated than that. But now at 50, I am incredibly grateful for my parents….all four of them who decided along the way to come join the ride.
So many twists of fate to bring us here, who we are today. What a precious day.
I saw my Grandma and Grandpa yesterday. Who at 50 has Grandparents they can visit? Granny talked a bit about her life in Southern Illinois- 9 people, no indoor plumbing and a two seat outhouse. Her father was an electrician but they did not have electricity until Granny was a teenager. 90 years on this earth provides a lot of content- so many stories about just one life.
I then delighted….just a tad……in indoor plumbing and light switches.
Happy Day 14 Sweet Friends. Revel in the miracle you are.