Well, whomever thought up the addage, “time flies by,” was not joking. Yesterday I celebrated my 42nd birthday with my closest family and friends. Looking around I was reminded of just how blessed I am to be surrounded by so much love by truly amazing people.
I have a habit of using a birthday or specific holidays as a time to self-reflect and sometimes, doing it to the point where it consumes my entire thought process and is exhausting. Sitting around with my family and friends yesterday as well as some events that took place over the past week that left me in this self-reflective, melancholy but grateful mood. Yes, I know right, it’s confusing?
My birthdays have never really been the same since March 14, 2007. My closest and dearest friend was killed in an automoblie accident, an event that would forever change my life. I try not to associate the accident with my birthdate but even after all these years I find it difficult to do.
Most of the day was pretty funky and I think it was a combination of turning 42 (yikes), lost in thought and self-reflection, eventually snapping out of it when I was reminded of all that is good and love in my life. This year was the first time in 4 years where it felt like “my special day” and was humbled by the expressions of love and care by those closest to me.
Saving the best for last, all the gifts I received yesterday were great but there is one that will always stand out, an expression of love and two souls united, as is and was meant to be and together a brighter light shines forever.
Yes, Happy Birthday to Me and Yes, I love you too.
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