Tonight, we celebrated our
friend's 72nd birthday. We had hot-dogs
and hamburgers barbequed on the balcony of the 11th floor; Salads and potato
chips and two cakes with three different ice creams.
Out goes the sensible
eating for old people.
We are very full but not
sorry for a second; great view, wonderful company, and very good food.
I've experienced so much pain and suffered
so much loss that every birthday is a victory, a celebration of life. Not just
my own birthday, but everyone's I know.
It is a delight to know that we are growing old. To me being old is the
best choice; I don't like the alternative …
43rd day of Praise- thank you God
for helping us to grow old and to enjoy each day as it comes; I know where I am
going, but I thank You for each day on my way there.
Full of ice cream but happy,
orith
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