Pin It It was about 5:46 in the morning from what I’ve been told...some hundred or so years ago. It seems an entire lifetime away.
I find myself reflective this morning as the sun just begins to light the eastern mountains outside my bedroom window. I think about how I came to be here, living in this undisclosed United States location. What would have happened had I stayed in Washington State? Or any of the other places which I’ve resided over the past decade or ten?
Who would I be? What would I be doing?
I don’t know either…
I also find my thoughts meandering to a certain someone, a woman who endured some excruciating moments early this morning so many years ago; a woman who endured it all for me.
Words cannot express what that act has meant to me…not to say that there weren’t moments in my life where I wished it hadn’t happened at all…we all have those from time to time. But in the long run, I am grateful…grateful for the opportunity to live life.
To breathe the fresh air into my lungs.
To be able to taste the sweet aroma of the world around me.
To eat hot bread, fresh from the oven, torn from the loaf with no thought to what the remnants look like.
To listen to music, much too loudly, with all the windows down.
To photograph this world’s majesty—in all her splendor.
To teach the children who each have become a part of my life.
To hike the valleys and deserts of this land I love so much.
Mom, thanks for giving me birth.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you just how much I appreciate it.
Happy Birthday to you…