It's a rare treat these days to have time with my girls, and it was the birthday wish that I had and that was granted. It's all I really wanted - time with the special ladies in my life and they made it happen. Hubby cooked his recipes of love and ate silently while the rest of us noisily discussed and debated the state of the planet, poverty and the dark side of seemingly "charitable" organizations.
The candlelight cast a golden glow on the faces of the people I love. And that is how I feel about them; each a precious treasure in the cache of wealth that is my life. So it doesn't get better than that; living in, around, and amongst my loved ones.
At fifty-two, I like who I am becoming. And I love my life.