80 and on my way

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.

Traveling mercies.