happy birthday to me

Ok, now the fun begins.  Today I start the last year of my fifth decade.  Or you could say I begin the first year of my sixth decade.  (No I am not going to spell out how many years that is.)

Am I morose?  Bowed down with grief at the thought of my lost youth, never to be regained (or even briefly visited)?  Anticipating the end of a life of ups and downs, ins and outs, trials and tribulations, failures and successes?

No.  Because I am my dad's daughter.  And my mum's daughter as well.  From dad I got my airhead, resilient attitude.  From mum I got my temper and resolve.

Sounds like a strange mix.  But it has taken me through a life filled with adventures and happiness.  There were times I truly wished I could have been living on another planet.  And there were times I wouldn't be anywhere else.

And for every moment of this life, I am grateful.  Thanks mum and dad for my existence.  And for raising me to be a strong woman.  And for teaching me to look at life with humor and appreciation.

Thanks to my family for being my heart and soul.  For what keeps me going.  For always being there no matter how I behave, or think, or act, or speak.

Thanks to my children and grandchildren.  When I look at them, I know I did one thing right in this life.

And thanks to all my friends, new and old, for adding immeasurable richness to my life.

It's my life.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.  My life, my adventure.

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