My birthday....

I will turn 52 this weekend......

I can't wait.

Every...and I do mean every year since I turned 50

has been FAB!

I love my 50's...

I don't give a rat's ass

what other people think of me anymore....

Yeah! me.

AND

I am so very fortunate...

I am with my soulmate,

have a son that is a wonderful man,

have parents that are independent...

And

for my birthday

we are going to Five Guys for dinner

and then, to a movie

I have been given so much

that a simple birthday is

just what I want.

Cheers!

I'm so sorry....

But you have certainly seen the wedding dance...

But have you seen the divorce?

Well, I know it's morbid in a way....

But I laughed, thought you might too.

The Divorce Dance

Still laughing....

Daydreaming......

A job....

it is in the works?

An outlet for creativity...

Hopes hinge on wind wisps...

How intensely can one person

daydream?

Cape Cod memories....

We walked down to the beach...

family, that I hadn't had the chance to see in years...

talking, laughing, remembering....

shoes shed, rocks and shells gathered...

capturing images here and there..

fun...

My feet, swollen from 2 days sitting in a car,

the water felt so good,

cool, startlingly crisp...

rocks felt like God's massaging thumbs...

The smell brought back summers with my grandparents

at a home only a matter of a few miles away...

Too sad to visit...

not ready to see the house transformed into

someone else's home.

Why do memories mean more as we age....

are they really more important?

Or do we begin to sense that there may

be only a few more coming...

Is this morbid?
I don't think so...

I think I am only beginning

to realize how blessed

I am.