“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”*
Today is my birthday and at my age this is just not the Big Thing it used to be. But it is still a thing and should be noted.
Time passes and I have to remind myself that I am the mother of three adult, self-supporting children and a grandmother, a wife of going on 37 years, and the director of an institute…because often I still feel like an insecure 17-year old.
I’ve come a long way, Pilgrim…but then again, not so far.
So out with the old mantra (Hope for the best, expect the worst) and in with the new: God has blessed me and I am happy.
*Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice