I wake up early and nestle into a blanket-swaddled Muskoka chair on the back deck.
I’m seated, the curtain rises and the show begins.
Sound of waves lapping, birds chirping, geese honking. Beauty.
Shotguns popping over at Bare Bum Beach. Reality.
Mist lifting, sky awakening, swan-mates bobbing. Beauty.
Two unfolded piles of laundry waiting just inside the door. Reality.
Serenaded by a bird orchestra – alto and soprano voices – and entertained by a Snowbird formation of flying geese swishing past. I could feel the warmth of the sun peeking over the top of the house. Such a feast for the senses.
What a beautiful beginning to my birthday.
I decided to calculate how many days I’ve been alive, which isn’t a great idea in the best of times with my left brain, math-thinking deficit. I’m embarrassed to admit that I tried to multiply 365 X 61. (Don’t even go there..) However, I quickly realized that 2,555 days on this earth didn’t seem long enough for a 60-year-old person.
Enter Chris. I explained what I was doing and Chris quietly reviewed my calculation.
“According to that, you’re about eight years old, Diane. But it IS your birthday. You’re eight! That’s great! Eat cake.” With that, he wandered back into the house.
That’s why I love this man. He makes me laugh.
The day just got better and better. Flowers and cards and so many birthday wishes on FB. Beautiful words of affirmation on the “Diane turns 60” page that Chris created for my birthday. Bike ride from Edward’s Garden to the Distillery district in Toronto. Picnic lunch. Delicious halusky and steak dinner made by our daughter. Family celebration.
One daughter short. Sure did miss you, Danae!
Love, love, love . . . and the best chocolate cake in the world!
But no 60th birthday celebration is complete without a crazy day at Wonderland, riding rollercoasters for six hours! Thank you, Danielle for your craziness!
Just coming up for air today. Still recovering from two full days of birthday fun. Gotta’ admit, I’m dragging today…but it was all worth it!
You know, it’s really special to be celebrated.
To take a minute and affirm other peoples’ lives is a glorious thing. We don’t do it enough. We hear kind words in eulogies but we need to hear kind words while we’re living and loving others. I didn’t need a lot of presents but I deeply appreciated hearing how I have impacted others’ lives. I felt ten feet tall all day. I’m just sayin’… it sure felt wonderful.
Love this quote.
We rise by lifting others. Robert Ingersoll
(By the way, the correct number of days I’ve been on this earth when I turned 60 years old? 21,900.)