I had my birthday this week and enjoyed celebrating life with friends and being on the big lake. I've been thinking this week about how grateful I am to be alive. I love my gray hair and my old 80's references. I feel like I'm not getting decrepit, rather I am getting sparklier. 🙂
By the time my mother was my age she was already a grandmother. None of "my kids" have had kids of their own yet but I'm excited about that prospect too. (Not rushing anyone though.) I don't heal as quickly and I'm not as energetic as I was in my 20's. This is true. Yet the peace of heart I feel often and my great memories keep me grateful for being right where I am.