Happy birthday to me! I have reached the ripe old age of 54.While I do not yet feel ready to look in the mirror and see someone of that age looking back at me, I also know that I will never again see somone that young in my mirror, and so I rejoice in this day. The creator has scooped up piles of fluffy, mashed-potato-clouds to heap in the bowl of the sky, but She has also left glorious patches of brilliant blue peeking through. There is a gentle breeze playing tag with the clouds, and the air is pleasantly warm. I have the love of my two daughters and my husband, and my world is a wonderful place to be.