Why would you ever complain about the wrinkles on your neck
Or how your hands are starting to look like your mothers.
When fifty comes take it like a gust of wind, like a breath of fresh air and breathe it in.
It is time to reaqquaint yourself with yourself again.
Thank you for this week of celebration that I had.
Thank you for the cards and gifts and greetings.
To my sisters and my friends, and all the joy that comes from being a part of your lives. I had such a fine week.
To my son and daughter for the lovliest cards I have ever ever received, you are the lovliest creations I have ever been part of making.
Now I am ready just to get on with being fifty. Enough celebrating age, now is is time to just be it! Joyfully.