I am celebrating it with a clear blue sky and an ever-diminishing number of birthday cards (apparently a direct correlation between increasing number of years and reduction in cards).
I have woken to 16,425 mornings in my life so far.
For approximately 14,235 of those I simply got on with the day and didn’t look back. These days I am more pensive. I have lost a mother and become a mother. I have reached my peak and climbed over the top. I am declining in to old-ness, so time is precious.
I have woken to the morning 16,425 times.
I have brushed my teeth 32,850 times (well, maybe 32,849).
I have opened the door and failed to see the trees 16,425 times.
I have loaded my washing machine 7,039 times, give or take.
I have said ‘I love you’ to someone at least 50,000 times (45,000 of these since my babies came along, and some to men who frankly weren’t worthy).
I am more than half way to dead, but I am happy. Each morning has a new resonance. I can hear the birds better now. The sun on my face feels warmer, and the aroma of my breakfast coffee is more welcoming this morning.
So this post is to celebrate my fleeting life to date. This is the face that has seen so many mornings, how it looked when it was young, and how it looks when it wakes up these days. Sorry about that.