These Flowers came Friday.
See, no matter what the weather is doing outside, I have my own sunshine right here on my dining table. Today is my 57th birthday and I embrace it. My gift to myself is to allow myself to lose myself, and for now, that means that I am finally setting up the sewing room. I couldn't be happier.
On a completely irrelevant aside, when people wish me happy birthday, I always want to say "and Happy Birthday to you, too" which is kind of silly, because it is not their birthday. But it could be. Granted we are only born on one day, and the anniversary of that birth is well worth celebrating, but it in our minds and hearts we carry the potential for everyday to be a new birthday, a new day, a new birth, and a day where we carry our own sunshine with us.
And so. Happy Birthday to all of you, from me. I'd like to share the joy, share in the celebration of life, and I hope that some new sunshine is born in each of your hearts and lives today.