yellow and turquoise balloons
wishes from my heart
whispered upon flickering candle flames
that i pray come true
i'll be forty seven on sunday
i like spelling my age out, as 47 looks weak, but forty seven feels beautiful and strong
i read something recently that went something like this
"forty seven doesn't say what i am, i say what forty seven is"
i don't mind getting older, but i do wonder where all the time is going.
i wish i hadn't wasted some of it. that's a lesson learned.
i also wish i had savored more of my time.
i mean really having licked it up and devoured it until i couldn't hold anymore.
but most of us don't do that, do we.
instead, we tend to believe that we have tomorrow to do what we didn't do or see today.
i want to change that.
raise your glass with me
as this is my birthday toast to all of you
"here's to another year in the buffet line of life. where no matter how full you are, you just keep going back for more and more until you almost burst. i'll be right there beside you, giving you a bigger spoon, if i notice the one you have is too small"
happy weekend everyone