Birthday’s

February’s Birthday gift to myself

Relaxing in my new hot tub.

I remember crying on my birthday. Not every year but enough for John to live in low-level dread: will this be the year she cries? The 35th, the 40th, the 42nd, and a suspicious number of others all blurred with tears. Why did they hit me so hard? Who wants to get older, really? I was worried that I didn’t have “time”.

This year I have decided to celebrate my 70th year…every month. And sometimes multiple times in the month.

It doesn’t have to be showy (though, full disclosure, January and February didn’t exactly whisper “budget”). Each month must be memorable. Simple? Sure. Spectacular? Why not?

This month I found myself sitting in my new hot tub on a perfectly clear winter evening watching the full moon and thinking…this, this is what I mean about memorable. I took a eyeblink photo to remember this evening so when July comes around and if I start to feel weepy I will have a whole lotta things to remember to be thankful for. Sometimes it might be a wild thrift-store outfit. It might be drinking prosecco while howling at the moon with the Fab 5. Sometimes it might be snorkelling in Belize with John and Graeme. Or sometimes it might be soaking my body while watching the snow come down and be so thankful for the 70 years I have enjoyed thus far. Whatever the day, I will try to remember my favourite quote: NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THIS DAY and celebrate.