Mom and Baby Buttercup, winter 1951
I must admit that turning 30, 40 and 50 made me feel old. I mourned the years flying by and worried about aging. And although I realize I have lived more years than I will live I don't feel old. I feel great and grateful for the years past and excited for the time yet to come.
I am glad. I am glad I never got a tattoo. I am very glad I quit smoking almost thirty years ago. But I am especially glad for the friends and family that are with me -- both in New York and in my heart. I am so grateful for getting to see all of my close family last month and next weekend. I am grateful for my friends from childhood, college, work, synagogue and Blogland. You are all the best gifts I could have.
I won't be sweet sixteen again, but I am sweet sixty, and it is sweet. Looking forward to sharing every minute of this joyous, messy, sad and glorious life with all of you. As Browning wrote "Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be."
P.S. A special shout out to my wonderful, sweet friend Sherry for the very best virtual birthday party any girl could every have. Love you, sweetie and so glad you are part of my life.