A Simple Moment of Celebration

In the not too distant past, I was the Birthday Grinch. Neither swayed by multicolored packages nor moved by depths of frosting covering candled, cakey goodness, indifference to the birthday process wasn’t enough, I was adamantly opposed to it. Why mark the passage of another year, another chunk of time lost? I pulled my quilts over my head, blocked out the noise of the tweeters and fandangles, and endured the day.

But that was before my very own CindyLou Who, who coaxed and cajoled, cheered and praised, who showed me by example the necessity of setting aside a day, just one day a year, where I am unabashedly joyful in the celebration of me.

New Year’s resolutions are about personal flaws and plans of attacks for remedy. I’ve given them up. I much prefer CindyLou’s method. So in that spirit, it’s that time of year again to shake the pompoms, lick the frosting, and rejoice.

I’m another year older, another year wiser, and another year grateful:

• For family members; the center of my world, my heart.

• For friends, who lend a shoulder or a laugh, and give generously of their time in tending my soul.

• For purpose, a job I love, and a creative outlet that feeds it all.

• For fuzzy blankets, comfort foods, tickled bellies, warm-hued sunrises, stillness of silences, and the ability to appreciate it all.

 

Thanks for stopping by and being a part of my world. I appreciate you.