So, just like that, I’m 59, and my family and friends have flown me to the moon with love, attention and gifts. I’ve got so many people who can take me to Jupiter and Mars just by holding my hand that getting older is a treat.
I’ve got a sweet husband, wonderful children, glorious grandkids and the best friends a semi-old girl could hope for. My mother keeps on ticking and next year, if all goes well, we go to Italy together for decade-changing birthdays.
I just got to see (and document photographically) three supermoons in a row.
My precious little ones give me a reason to look to the future.
Next weekend my cousin and I get to go to New York for the People’s Climate March, so I can at least tell my five little peppers that I tried, should things not turn around climate-wise.
I may be old, but I feel re-energized. Thank you, my darlings. You all know who you are.