I'm digesting delicious rich, rich, rich Vegan Chocolate Cheesecake courtesy of my daughter. (Cheesecake tweaked from this recipe.)
Tonight, I just want to dwell a bit in the deliciousness of my life.
I turned 49 today. Part of me shudders at this fact. How in the heck did I get to be 49? I don't feel mature or wise enough to be over 40. I still have so much living I want to cram into the years I have left that I don't want to think about the sands shifting in the hour glass.
I said as much to my Mom. And said my birthday is not something I want to dwell on, and the year even less. She said that my life is so full, rich and satisfying that I don't consider a birthday as a day to set apart and celebrate, that I find things to celebrate in each of the days I've been given. I like that thought. My 49th birthday is a day to celebrate, just like every day, that I am choosing to live to the fullest.
I don't know that I need to share the details, again, of why we are eating differently than we did a year ago...why plants are our diet. I've done that. I don't know that I need to share again, today, why God is so important to me. Or wax on about why my family, my children, my husband give me a reason to celebrate every moment I've been granted.
How many more birthdays will I be gifted with? God knows and I don't need to. Honestly. But I have a responsibility to embrace the days I've been given, and live them with my heart and my soul engaged
I love my life. It is a gift. It is imperfect and crazy, messy and unfinished. But it was given to me, and I love it.