Birthdays, per se, have the ability to invoke
thought. My bestie is here celebrating that
special 65th . . . we sat by the fire, had a tad
of red and simply walked down memory lane.
I can remember as a kid, sooooo wanting to
get older. I recall enjoying all of my birthdays.
Still, I will admit that 65 is somehow a turning
point. Perhaps, it has to do with that infamous
'age of retirement' thing. Maybe, the mind is
invaded with thoughts of travel, sleeping in,
not having to deal with the daily mundane
quite so much . . . to say nothing of the fact
that the kids are all grown up. So, here's to
wishing her well, happy upcoming memories
to be made, and . . . PRAY that she take me
along on her European trip . . .
memories most sweet
she being one of the best
tis blest that i am
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