A Birthday, Again

Forty-seven. How did that happen? I certainly feel forty, maybe forty-two. But forty-seven? It just doesn't seem possible. Yet, here it is...another year past. Another chance to be so thankful for that fact that I am here, embraced by my family and friends, this day, this age. It's hard not to think about loved ones who didn't get the chance to celebrate forty-seven, and to want to share this day, just a little, with them too.

But, mostly, lightness. A sunny February day, such a joy. A walk with Therese in the warmth. Dinner with my family, a game of charades, a birthday cake and a silly "Happy Birthday" song rendition from my jokester husband. Hugs. My green and white apron tied on to make enchiladas. A bright new spring scarf, a purple hydrangea to find a spot for in the garden. Chloe's birthday letter to me, Kayla here to celebrate with us again. Lots of facebook messages from friends, some new readers of this blog. So much good.

And photos. Always photos.

 Thank you for reading. I can't even tell you how much I appreciate you:)