Measuring Up the Good Things

It was recently my birthday…and at this point in my life, I’ve had a few.

(Most of them celebrated with this ‘Covered Wagon’ cake…whipped cream and chocolate wafers.  Most of them with this my mother’s cake plate and most of them with these little wooden angel candle holders.)

The most satisfying thing about getting old/older/stretch-that-middle-age-thing-for-all-it-is-worth is that I find I enjoy the simplicity of those who truly love me and truly know me…

The one of a kind silliness of a funny card being sent back and forth between friends, a gift bag too cool to actually write on and the oddest of holiday wrapping paper extends quirkiness to a new level when used for a birthday and makes me laugh.

Cow cards (who knew there were so many), coffee cards, a rose-bush, chocolate, red wine, a memory calendar and the message that I am remembered.  I matter to them…My very own egg gathering apron.  (I have dropped the most eggs at the farm, but then again…I have gathered the most eggs at the farm.)

I wondered as I approached my day, if I would be bothered by family that ‘forgot’.  I was not.  I have learned to measure the good things and this has brought me peace and contentment.…and truly I am blessed.