My mother, one of my sisters, and a dear friend wished that this next year would be the happiest and best of my life. This is, of course, the final year of my thirties, so it could simply be the last hurrah before heading downhill fast. Still, even with the promise of bifocals in the not so distant future, I don't take their common blessing lightly. After all, I did receive it three times. And as I've said before, it takes two times to notice and a third to smack you upside the head so you'll listen.
So, as my 39th birthday comes to a close, I listen. I take only a little time to hear what I know is from my past, despite the many greetings that stirred up poignant memories today - some memories from long ago, some long forgotten, or some I wished had remained forgotten, and some long remembered, no matter how long ago they came to be. Without much nostalgia, I tuck away those memories and listen some more. And I smile....for there is joy in the expectation and longing, in the knowing and not knowing what life has in store for the future.
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