I am honoring a couple friends of mine who have birthdays tomorrow and the next day by re-publishing this post (below) that I wrote on my own birthday. It also happens to be one of my top posts. . . .
Happy Birthday! I am glad that you were born . . . !!
I believe in birthday wishes and I’ve been thinking about mine a lot lately. . . . When I blow out my candles on my cake, I will wish for many of the same things that I wished for when I was 5 – A warm sunny day at the beach. Good health. A happy heart. Wishing to be with my parents and my brother and my family. A wish to see my friends that I met on the playground (well, most of ’em anyway) and getting home before it gets dark outside so I can ride my bike. Oh yes, and trolls. The same ones I used to be able to buy or trade then, I can buy off of ebay now. Only the 3″ size will do and I wish for one with long, good, white hair. I’ll explain why another day. In honor of my birthday, I wish to slow down and smell the ocean (or roses, what ever comes first) and make time for fun and what ever fills my heart with a joyful tune. My good friend DD (from the playground) calls it, “refilling the bucket”. I wish that people who love me, call me, and those that don’t, don’t. I am thankful to be alive because, you see, I have many things to do! Perhaps, I’ll just grab that bucket and take it to the beach and fill it with sand and shells, a rock or two and sand crabs, just like my brother and I did when I was 5 and he was 7.
Just for today, I wish to not think of anything sad or negative.
“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.” – George Bernard Shaw