THINGS I AM WORKING ON

COLLAGE OF MY SISTER

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

There's something about all those birthdays after 50. There is no big fanfare, no cakes or breakfast in bed it's some how just another day--or is it?

You wake up wondering where the year has gone and you think back briefly on the years before. Somehow each birthday is a reminder of how little time is left and how much living there is.

My celebration of the day was quite simple but what makes this day special and every morning I rise special is that I realize how blessed I truly am. So tomorrow morning when I wake and I look in that mirror and see remembrance's of the girl I was and realize how far I have come I will thank the Lord for another day.