We had a great time away, but it’s so nice to be home. We visited the beach, the Washington Park Rose Garden, downtown, and a host of other things. It was a great way to celebrate our anniversary. Marvelous!
I scraped myself out of bed this morning – these 90-degree days are killer for us thick-blooded Northwest types – and got a run in early, before 6 a.m. The sky was opalescent again, filled with lavender and blue clouds lit up by the rising sun. The air was cool and a slight breeze refreshed me. Gulls cried as they circled overhead. I marveled at all the riot of summer flowers. Roses, everywhere. Petunias crowd our front planter boxes. The my favorite stargazer lilies are finally, finally starting to bloom.
Happy birthday to me! Yes, it’s my birthday. I can’t thank Rex enough for this enormous mole. Finally, fresh meat on the barbie. Last year, he brought a live animal into the house. I think I prefer this.
I find myself grateful to be alive. No, I can’t recount any near-death experiences in my life. I haven’t overcome cancer or survived a huge catastrophe. But God has been so good. I am healthy. My parents are still alive and an active part of our lives and the lives of our children. I am married to a wonderful man who lets me be myself. Not every woman can say that. I have two great kids who surprise me every day. Who can count the embarrassing riches my friends represent? You are amazing. We are glad to be part of a loving church. And the weather is sunny! We live in a place with a lot of green and a lot of water, a constant feast for the eyes.
All of this to say that I am a very blessed woman. As I age, I am thankful for each birthday that comes. God has been better to me than I deserve. Hallelujah!