Birthday Hello

Hello!

It is good to write this morning.

It is a cold day in the Northeast with a fresh coating of snow. March is the month of endurance for me. I love the feeling of hope and possibilities that present themselves with the passing of winter and the anticipation of spring. And this year is no different.

Today is my birthday. I am 48 years young. Yesterday, my eldest son turned 23. He is my birthday present. Every year, I remind him of that. And every year, he smiles and turns his head away with an, "Aw, mom."

I believe people come and go from your life in a very deliberate way. I also believe that we have "pre-ordained" people sent to bring opportunities our way. My son is one such person. (As well as my other three children too.)

My eldest son, if you have read my past posts, has brought many challenges to me personally. Through him and his brain tumor diagnosis, I have had the opportunity to grow deep roots that allow me to be strong and stand tall. Because of his presence in my life, I've learned to view all that comes my way in light of the bigger picture. And when I do that, the things that seem "oh so big" in the moment, turn into a piece of the puzzle that makes me who I am.

I get stressed. I get sad. Sometimes, I get to feeling that I'm wading through jello with a ball and chain on each leg. But, I also have a deep knowing inside that everything is temporary and everything is connected. And this too shall pass.

So, today I'm forty-eight. Wow-wee. How about that? I wonder what the next forty-eight years will bring.

Have hope,
Donna