Made in 1975 and aging towards perfection (work in progress). It’s my birthday. Again. The last year of the third decade of my life. Holy Moly! 39 years is a lotta’ years that have taught a lotta’ lessons. Foremost, life is short and there is not enough time to leave the important words unsaid and the special people unnoticed. 

And you know what, if I pull on my memory strings and flip though the photos and words that document my life, I think I did pretty well this decade. Made two pretty awesome human beings. Held down good jobs and made great friends. I am still not cool. But I am still happy. I’ve managed to get back up every time I fell down, cried a lot (laughed a lot more) and exercised a little. I have not travelled the world but I have built a family. I still don’t know how to apply make-up but I do know how to cook a mean curry. 

If I look at that imaginary bucket list in my head, I can’t say I have everything I want out of life. Yet. But there’s sweet anticipation in knowing the empty spaces have the possibility to be filled with the wonderful unknown. And the spaces that have been filled are done so with everything I need, and so much more.

So today as I blow out my candles …….

• I’ll be grateful to everyone who’s made me.
• I’ll be thankful that I get today, to be here one more day, with the hopeful promise of many more.
• And I’ll make a wish, a special wish for healing for Xavier’s special heart.

Magical moment. Pure & Perfect Love.

There is nothing at all  that can prepare you for the love you will feel for your children. And just now, as I kiss their sleeping little faces one last time for the night, push aside the stuffed animals and tuck them in just a little tighter, well that love just wells up - overwhelming in its perfection. 

Magical, sleepy, soapy smelling little nightlight-glow moment.