Birds on a wire or in a tree set my heart to dancing.
Can't explain it, it's just the way I work.
On the way to school, there's an intersection where tons of birds congregate.
I look forward to seeing them. I comment. I swoon.
So at Christmas time, my girlie made an appointment with an art teacher to provide me with an everlasting impression of the thing I love: my birds.
This is just a piece of the picture.
She brings me such delight.
I loved spending the morning at a beautiful birthday brunch celebrating my friend Joan. The mixture of guests, the sun, the food -- all perfection. And then, the Superbowl with Al. Al's a confirmed Steelers fan, so being engaged with the game is a given. I did far more watching than talking this year!
What I love the most is the opportunity for something, someone new to cross into my experience.
I'll keep it short.
She's got a laugh that makes you happy even if you're not.
And my son wants to hear her talk for her accent and lilt. (Just a bit Irish.)
She cares about what she does and makes what we do interesting.
She acknowledges that we have to be conscious of being conscious.
We had our babies at the same time and met in a mother's group.
We've weathered losses and gains together and separately, and are much the better for the togethers.
I'd prefer to keep her in my life forever.
In which case:
I may become more consistent in my pursuit of recycling, health and all organic concerns.
I'll ask more questions, like she does.
I'll get to have her husband, who I also love much, carve my turkeys - and regale me with tales.
I'll be with her most beautiful, interesting and utterly charming daughter, who'd I'd take if she'd let me.
I'll feel normal not using a microwave and pitching all the plastic for food storage containers.
I'll read all the E. M. Forrester books, too.
And I'll spend time in the canyon where I feel an extra modicum of peace.
Happy Birthday, beautiful friend.
PS: Happily, this is post 250. I think we'll have to celebrate with a little giveaway later in the week, 'eh?