My favorite time of day, when the birds are getting into their pajamas and the sun is setting. And the word “eventide”: I love it.
Today is birthday eve for me. Tomorrow I will be, impossibly be, 66. The other day I was laughing cynically to myself and thinking that the only two good things about being 66 are that “6” is supposed to be my lucky number, and that I’m on the right side of the flower bed.
But I think now, on the eventide before my 66th birthday, that things are a little bit better than I’m making them out to be. After all these years, I seem to be amassing a drop or two of wisdom, and sometimes those two drops will stay with me for several hours at a time.
A tattered black and white photo of me taken around the time of my 5th birthday shows me holding an Easter lily. I can still feel the hot sun as I stood on the dirt driveway, see that clear blue Texas sky, breathe in the delicious smell and feel the soft petals of the lily I held in my hand. I saw dozens of lilies yesterday at our local botanical garden, and I was 5 again in a flash.
I am not happy about all of my chins, but I am at home with them. I am grateful to have pretty hair. I am just as grateful to have a new Rollator, which is pushed like a stroller without the baby and allows my arthritic spine and joints to go places and enjoy things that I’ve been missing out on. I have grieved the loss of mobility. Now I’m rolling with it! I have people and animals who love me and whom I love back with a knowing fierceness. Every day brings gifts.
Happy Birthday to me!