Well that was fun! Turning 80 didn’t hurt at all.
There was joy in one fashion or another all day. The word “ joy” popped in cards
and conversations. In faces and voices. In smiles and glorious laughter. In balloons and flowers.
Donations were made in my name. Breast health and basketball; protection and promise for God’s people.
I was somewhat surprised by the multitude of my healthcare providers who sent emails and texts to wish me a happy birthday.
I was gifted in so many different ways, most especially by having my sister by my side.
And of course, the Peppermint Cake.
It was as good as I remembered. Newbies to the peppermint cake, along with seasoned tasters, enjoyed this wondrous treat.
This morning this sight caught my eye, and I began to sing, “the party’s over, the party over…”
But not really. It’s just begun.
I’m currently in my air-chair, headed to be with the Keller Heckels. My grandson will test for his 2nd degree Black Belt. I was there for the first level years ago. I wouldn’t want to miss being there for this one.
God willing – and those previously mentioned healthcare providers, I’ll have more joyous milestones.