I had sent an email to some of friends on the eve of my 50th birthday about the birthday card from my mom. She was there back on 12/12/1958 when I popped out. My goodness, how can I be 50?


I expected the card to be hilarious, in keeping with her, and my, sense of humor. But it was actually quite encouraging and contemplative. How do I feel? Amazing. Grateful. Like dancing and laughing and getting up every morning at 330 to workout because there is so much to live for: a great husband, two amazing daughters, and so many friends.


Here’s what the card says:


Not over the hill

But on top of the mountain

That kind of youth

Doesn’t come from a fountain,

But flows from a heart

That is caring and giving,

Dreams that are dared,

A passion for living—

From tears and laughter

With no room for regrets…

And a smile that says,

You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!



Furboy Comet with a gift of avocados. He's such a sincere feline fellow. 

Furboy Comet with a gift of avocados. He’s such a sincere feline fellow.

So if you’re circling the airport, not sure you’re eager to approach Runway 30, 40 or 50, let me encourage you to put out your landing gear and glide in with a style that only experience gives you. So many people can benefit from knowing each of us. And we know enough to understand how well others bless us.


I’m pretty excited about it all, but, that’s how I’ve been for the last 49 birthdays, LOL!