Birthday Time

Tomorrow is my Medicare birthday.  I have to pinch myself to realize I’m really that old.  Now I can proudly wear the title, Senior Citizen.

My mom used to say that all she wanted in life was to raise a loving family.  When she said that I remember thinking that I wanted more.

In hindsight, that’s been my goal, as well.

Saturday our three generations of family sat around a common table, laughing, eating, sharing stories.  Feelings of contentment, pride, admiration, and gratitude sat in my belly, feeding the knowledge that if I should die tomorrow, my life has counted for something.