Happy Birthday to Me

A birthday is just the first day of another 365-day journey around the sun. Enjoy the trip.--Author Unknown

Today, I am 64 years old; well, actually, not quite, not until 12:06 pm.  I have a sister-in-law who gets angry if you wish her a Happy Birthday.  She cannot deal with the process of aging, so I learned a long time ago to just let her be on that day.  Yet, I'll not tell a lie.  There was a time that I wasn't so comfortable with the aging process, but that was then and this is now.  Besides, no matter how uncomfortable I may have been, I've always loved my birthday...and not for the gifts. They are mere material things.  Indeed, to me, birthdays are symbolic; they are a chance to celebrate one's life....  which is such a precious gift. 

64 years ago today, my mother labored to bring me into this world.  I was her only child, and although we spent most of our time together at odds with one another, I am forever thankful for the gift she gave me, the most wonderful gift of all...life.  Thank you, Mom.