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.
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