I love my birthday! I always have. I am the third of six children and was always the harmony-lovin’, peace-maker. You can talk to my therapist(s) about how that manifests into adulthood but for now just know I never lost my love of my day of birth. So much so I elected to have a child on my birthday and give myself the ultimate gift – a healthy 8 pound baby girl who’s about to be 8. Tomorrow. I already have received 2 gifts to mark my 44th year of life. A lovely friendship necklace from one of my dearest, Darla. I love her plenty and always will. Here’s another surprise from the mailwoman in our hood:
All the way from Longmont, Colorado my beautiful SUAR (Shut Up and Run!) tee shirt with the slogan: “never quit” emblazoned across my chest. I love it! My soul sister, Beth sent it to me along with a most wonderful card that lit me up. I wish the slogan would’ve lit my family up on our 7-mile hike in Palmyra, Virginia. We take off:
We play in the river:
We realize it’s not a loop but out and back and the children say our little adventure is like this:
Horse manure. Out the window goes my harmony. I tell them that children in wheelchairs would give anything to be able to walk 7 miles and to be grateful. Jane made me carry her most of the second half of the hike and I pretended I was an adventure athlete who trains deliberately like this. 60 pounds on my back through brush and mud. It got me through to this:
Like being born. Emerging from the birth canal of the Fluvanna Heritage Trail. Makes me miss my Mom. Only I was a Caesarean birth. No wonder my head is perfect. See:
I drive a lot. Tomorrow I will drive wherever the wind blows me. Did I mention it’s my birthday?