 I met these beauties in my late teens and early twenties - I'm the last one to hit the 60s mark. I couldn't ask for kinder people to grow with through the gloriously messy years. I am grateful. I planned a couple parties to celebrate this years birthday; one with family and friends and another with sister-friends at a different time and place. Yes, I planned, not one but two, parties for . . . myself. A sister-friend called awhile back reminding me that my big day is coming up hot on the calendar and she excitedly asked how we are going to celebrate. As the conversation progressed and we compared schedules, we hung up from our chat with the party planning assigned to - me. LOL! So, I issued invitations, delegated meal items and reserved locations. Then, a work call came through a few days ago followed with an email providing a flight reservation that takes me 230 miles NW of Anchor-town five days before my 59th. As the peeps in my life are prone to do, they did a little party planning on the fly so a few of us could gather and they organized a bon voyage birthday celebration. Roses and cards and gifts and cake and hugs and laughter and an operatically sung Happy Birthday tune met me at a local restaurant we’ve each frequented for more than 30 years. In my late teens and early twenties these beauties gifted my life with friendship; a gift that’s kept giving whatever year the calendar reads. So no matter whether I plan my own shin-dig or one is thrown together for me in a lickety-split fashion, I am grateful others care to celebrate life with me. Here is to another gloriously messy year filled with love and laughter and all that makes the heart sing - operatically.
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 My granddaughter practicing her photography and editing skills. Life is good . . . Four generations gathered at the table today. We passed around and kissed on the babies, caught up on one another's news and just enjoyed time together. Family is gloriously messy, filled with love and support and disappointments and misunderstandings and the hard work of forgiveness. There is nothing quite like the family to help smooth down our rough edges and to promote personal growth. We invest in one another's lives in ways unique to the family unit. And, I am grateful for the joy and . . . even the occasional tears that make up my own gloriously messy family.
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AuthorAs a young adult, I believed there to be a point of arrival; a place where internal struggles with fear or anger or confusion give way to assurance and appropriate displays of passion and clarity of thought and direction. Where striving with relationships transform into understanding and acceptance and the propensity to self-protect shifts to trust and confident vulnerability. However, to my dismay, I was startled to learn, through a friend in her 80s, my perception was most definitely a misconception. Archives
November 2024
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