I love birthdays.
I love them because they are about celebration of life.
And I love life.
Every day should be a celebration of life, but we do not stop and “smell the roses” as often as we should. So, birthdays are there, as are any anniversaries, to stop for at least a moment and appreciate the day in life when it all started. A new life, a new love, a new union…
I will be 46 in less than a couple of weeks time. And it is stirring up all kinds of emotions just thinking about it.
It will be 248 days without mum on my birthday… and there is so much to miss…