It's My Birthday .... And I feel like singing

Hello, again dear friends on the internet. I'm writing because that is what I do. I may not post or "publish" often...but I write none the less. This is my favorite place to write. I have a few blank books that I've used as journals...but this is better.  Why? Well, having an actual space adds the "boundaries" of space and time. That may not make sense. Let me try again. Writing in a journal is always something I intend to do. But when I sit down, pen and book in hand...I don't seem to get at the crux of my moment. The heart of it all.

Coming here, to the Blog, is not always ideal either.  --The whole get the computer open and up and running...At night when I'm home I'll think, "It's too late to turn the computer on, isn't it?". You know, I remember "older" people saying things like, "It's too late to put a pot of coffee on, isn't it". --And just like that, I'm old.

But not really.  Look at me! I'm not old. I don't accept that truth. Although, my knees like to remind me that I'm not 21 anymore.

My life is so rich. I just have to reflect on that a bit. Sometimes my grief for Jordan overshadows my mood. But, when I relax and "sit with it", I find that my life is very full and rich. (Aside: Jordan is doing well. He is happy! He still knows me. He smiles all the time. He LOVES ice cream and gets it every day! He has a true sense of community. When he's in the parlor and he sees a nurse walk by he happily waves... something one would do when sitting on a front porch in a small town.)

Today is the second (most likely annual) birthday trip. Last year was Costa Rica. It was big...but my sadness was big too. Going to such a beautiful place and seeing the lush jungle landscape and hearing the birds and feeling the wind...all perfect things to remind me that THIS, this right here, is life.

Today I am sitting on the front porch of a historic house in Wilmington. I'm so lucky it's not crazy hot yet. Just breezy. Airbnb came through for me again. I'm staying at a real B&B, the Taylor House. My room is precious. This morning our wonderful host prepared a delicious hot breakfast. It was an egg, cheese, and broccoli omelet, so light and delicious. And there were link sausages. So savory. Eating in the dining room of this home feels very festive. Such a good birthday morning.

Happily, another couple was staying last night, so I had company at breakfast. They were so easy to talk to and were smart and creative and amazing. The couple is gone now...it was a one night stop for them. So today it's me. Which is actually what I want it to be. I'm sitting on the front porch. There is a huge, old tree in front of me. The street is lined with old homes like the one I'm staying in.

The porch is the best. We used to sit on Grandma's front porch.  Every Sunday and any other day we wanted. Sit...rock in the rocking chair...drink ice tea. Perfection.

This porch looks the same. Well, maybe a little higher-end facade. The neat thing, though, is the home is street level. The house sits on a cobblestone road...but with brick.  The town has done a good job of protecting its history.

The Taylor House B&B

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to see my daughter. Happy Day to One and All!

The photo is from the B&B's website.