I turned 62 this week. Several people have asked me if I feel my age. Not really. Isn't it strange that no matter how old you get you maintain an internal picture of yourself that doesn't change much with the years?
Birthdays at our house have always been a big deal. Not necessarily in the buying of presents, although my husband is a true shopper and loves finding the perfect gift for whoever has a birthday. We make a big deal of celebrating a life. When the children were small, we tied balloons to their bed or their ceiling. We had a special plate that only the birthday person used. And the words in the cards, hand-written or pre-printed, were important because God chose this day to bring you into the world.
There is something so joyful in allowing yourself to be loved and celebrated. So whether it's your birthday or not, give yourself a gentle hug. Delight in being alive, in having a place in the world, in knowing you are loved.
So take a deep inhale. Exhale and hug your arms to your chest. Inhale and open your arms wide, lift your face, lift your chest, reach through your fingertips. Repeat.
Celebrate your life this day.