just past midnight, brian reached over, kissed me and whispered, ‘happy birthday’…’it’s official, you’re 60’. how sweet is that?
i’ve been telling myself that for years already, getting ready for the day, i suppose. how strange to think that yesterday i was young, and today i’m old. ha! seriously, in my mind, when people say they’re 59, it sounds a lot younger than 60. funny how our minds work.
i read this morning “heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads”- henry thoreau.
i do believe that’s true, and even more, if that’s possible. i’m realizing that heaven is not a place we earn entrance into if we’re good, it’s more the experience itself, that we create as we connect with the gratitude and compassion that god wants us to learn as we travel along connecting with people learning that same lesson.
it’s the gratitude and understanding learned from the tough stuff that has brought me to heaven on earth.
as i held his face between my hands, and felt the scruff of his beard, and smelled his clean skin, i found myself filled with so much gratitude for the man who continues to teach me about life and its many mysteries -the loving father of our beautiful children.
as we experience heaven on earth, the blessings are in the hoot of the owl who lives in our tall eucalyptus tree, the touch of his hand, the smell of the lavender in my garden ….mystericles are everywhere.