verb: celebrate, make merry, have a party, carouse, roister, go on a spree
Another birthday ’round here…another celebration. Traditions. The “Happy Birthday” banner and balloons. Donuts for breakfast. A fancy dinner. Presents. Cake. So many years of setting everything up, seeing the first morning smiles, hugging, good wishes.
Not many more of these to come. There are no more babies. No more children. Just teenagers. Adults. Still, so much to celebrate! I am thankful for the day each were born. Grateful for who they are. Curious to what they will become. It is interesting that when the older children have rites of passage they are exciting and new, the unknown. When the younger children get there there’s definitely a sense of arrival, but also some nostalgia; don’t go, don’t grow up. I want to move us all to Neverland…”Second star on the right and straight on till morning”, please.
Children don’t stay children long. Birthdays fade away. Time moves them and all of us along. It’s time for the next phase. The next challenge. Uncharted territory is becoming the norm. I welcome it! Life is nothing if not exciting. Time to celebrate. My baby is fifteen and I kind of like that about myself.
“The more you praise and celebrate your life,
the more there is in life to celebrate.”