{My Days are Orchestrated By a Master Planner}

Clayton says, "But Mom we dont have enough candles." 

"It's okay, son. We have plenty enough", I said.

My thoughts on getting older. . .I don't mind it.  Really.  It doesn't bother me.

  Fading youth is not a bad thing to me.

Wisdom comes with age. . . and I was a really dumb teenager.

And to be completely honest, I was still pretty dumb in my early 20's too.

 I still am not the sharpest tool in the shed, but. . .

I don't have to have the last word.

I cherish people.

I know when to keep my mouth shut (and hope by the time I am 40 I can actually do it).

I laugh alot more than I fight or cry.

I do my best to make wise choices.

I now know my Momma was right about alot of things.

I rely on God to meet my needs. . .not man.

I love to listen.

I love to talk (and hope by the time I am 40 I will listen more than I talk).

I enjoy the birds, green grass, and trees.

I know when to walk away, even if it hurts. . . as long as its right.

Doing right is more important to me than being popular or even liked.

I dont mind being alone. I like being alone.

I like hard work.

I appreciate food on the table, and understand what it takes to put it there.

I like my big hands, and the way they are starting to wrinkle.

I enjoy music. Even Classical.

I adore my family.

I cherish each moment. Every Minute. Every Second.

O' the awe of youth,  I am in no way trying to hang on to it.

And if they bottled it, I wouldn't buy it.

This world is not my home.

And my days are numbered.

Orchestrated, actually.

By a Master Planner.

With a Master Plan.

I.am.thankful.for.every.single.day.He.gives.me.

if I am 34 or 74, I will be thankful.

And I will be ready. . . to go home.

For I now know what it means to "live eternally".

and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Happy Birthday to me.

Thank you God for another year.