Last week I celebrated a birthday. One of those "milestone" kind of birthdays.
To be completely honest, I was not happy about it.
Having the Englishman and all my girls come together to be with me
made it all worthwhile, however.
Daughter #3 took on the task of "cake maker" and produced the incredibly wonderful scene above.
I can't begin to tell you how precious this was to me.
At first I smiled at the adorable presentation. Then I quickly burst into tears as my eyes were drawn first to the photo of my Dad and I, then my Mother and I and on and on.
(At that point, the girls all cheered. If they make me cry happy tears, they consider it a success!)
It was a bit like "This is Your Life" right before my eyes.
And again, if I'm honest, it's been a truly blessed life, as shown in these photographs.
So I'm not going to count the years any more but rather the happy moments
and the number of people I love and who so generously love me back.
So by that calculation, I am hundreds of years old - and that's just fine by me.
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