Happy Birthday to me – again.
This year I am sixty two and can hardly believe it. I am the child smelling the new mown grass; I am the teenager winning at tennis; I am the young woman commuting to work; I am the mother playing with her child; I am the cub-leader singing songs round a fire; I am the middle-aged executive making decisions; I am the student swotting for exams; I am the minister baptising a child; I am a pensioner raising her dog. I am all these people and more…… I am a writer, composing her blog. Speaking to you, reaching out to touch your heart.
Happy Birthday to me – and to all other spring babies.