Friday, November 25, 2011

One by one, they fell.


The day after Thanksgiving I sit with a bowl of turkey chili at my side. A nearly empty champagne glass. A heart full of wonder and love. Somewhere in the post-dessert (apple crisp, pumpkin pie, or ice box cake? Ice cream or whipped cream?)  stupor last evening, I turned 59. 




 I wouldn't have gone to the trouble of a party if my birthday hadn't fallen on Thanksgiving. As it was, I had family and friends to celebrate with me.



I count myself fortunate to be among the living. This month I lost both an old friend and a fellow writer that I'd taken a couple of workshops with. Both succumbed  to cancer. Both women were more than a decade younger.

Last evening's festivities tired me out, but I took note that I needed no painkillers as I often do after a day on my feet. I drank and ate as much as I desired with no ill effects, though I think I may have committed the faux pas of dropping off to sleep while the man who loves me was still talking. This morning I woke feeling like pie and ice cream for breakfast would be a fabulous idea. And it was. Cleaning up was a joy. The man who loves me is a clean-up-after-the-party machine. And my friend, S. slept over and pitched in, too.


I am 59, and fortunate in friendship, family, and love. I am fabulously lucky.

5 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Happy Birthday gorgeous woman! And I am singing the same song.

Steph(anie) said...

Happy Birthday.

Birdie said...

By the look of the people on the couch that turkey tasted as good as it looks!

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kimmie said...

Happy Birthday!

(happy being the operative word)

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday!!!!