No, it’s not a typo (it’s not supposed to read “Happy birthday to me”). It’s sort of like an Emily Dickinson line with a strange verb: to birthday.
It’s just my way of saying that on this, my 50th birthday, I have as much happiness as anyone can stand, and “to birthday” in this life is a gift I deeply appreciate.
- I am happy to be half a century old and be healthy and of sound mind (mostly).
- I am happy to have a smart, handsome, handy, faithful, funny, healthy husband of 28 years who treats me like a (Leo) queen.
- I am happy to be mother of a woman and a man who make me proudest for who they are, not what they have accomplished (which is a lot).
- I am happy to be part of an extended family that is incredibly loving and supportive, and crazy when necessary.
- I am happy to have friends who love me very well. Yes you. (Family included.)
- I am happy to live on a splendid little farm with animals, birds, trees, stones, buildings, paths, chairs and a nature spirit that has bid me welcome from the moment we first met.
- I am happy to work at a job I love (mostly).
- I am deeply, intensely happy, even without all these things, at least I believe that I am. If I was like Job, and all this was taken from me, would I still be full of joy?
- I am happy to be connected to Life.
I could make a list of 50,000 things I am happy for. The point is, I share my happiness with you today. Happy (my) birthday – to YOU! AND, thank you for the gift of you.
(Can you guess why I chose the photo, above? Hint: there is more than one reason. First, do you know what it is?)
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