Forty-five is an interesting age…it’s tickling 50, it gives a fond, backwards glance to 40, and it means you can remember things from 20, 30, heck, even 40 years ago!
Odd to me, the cat’s got my tongue this morning…I figured I’d wax poetic for 12 pages about life and love and the pursuit of happiness in celebration of my birthday…instead? I think I’ll wish you a day full of peace and joy and delight in the little things.
Sounds like a winner to me :).
Photocredit: From the shores….