We are ready to begin again, me and you – that’s what birthdays are for. Remembering the start of days yet to come – and the basic truth that every year, without fail, we grow and grow and that is something to be proud of – even if it is a fundamental grace of our lives on this earth.
It was one thing, though, to watch the years tick over before, as we can’t help but do. But those worlds are truly gone now – erased not by time but by disaster. And there is no cure for this shipwreck except to gather what is left, and mend and marry what will keep and what will stay together. And this work needs time.
I hinted a couple of butterflies for us, and the pup is faithfully waiting for something good to happen. Live long and prosper, sweetest girl. And I will do the same for you.
Happy Birthday ..day..week…month to you and your sweet soul mate Sister……………..🎶🎂🎶💋❤️
Oh my darling girl, so many delightful surprises! The sweet, expectant puppy who just *knows* something good is about to happen. How can it not, with such beautiful flowers to gaze up at? I swear I remember that crocheted lace. The beautiful vase. And you knew that stack of unbound book signatures would float my boat! Are they…Shakespeare? Sherlock? something else? And the flutterby of the butterflies that remains our legacy. And the way the pink and orange just explode out of the frame!
You are right. There is no going back to the world before. I do wish the young ‘uns had known it better. But so, we build something new with the remnants we have salvaged and the materials at hand on the island we find ourselves on. The breeze wafts. The palm trees sway. Happy Birthday to us!