A single day isn’t enough for those in our family. Dilly, Phil and I had a joint jollity today, with a cheery salutation to Pugsley too, who will be 1 at the end of this month. We had cake, I had presents, and there was even Pass the Parcel, for we have regained childish ways in the past few years.
I was also childish enough to require a brief nap afterwards…
The past year has been excellent and I’ve been particularly happy. I’ve regained the confidence to make plans for the future which, 18 months ago, I didn’t expect to want to do again. At that time I felt safer to live in the present and refused to look ahead and felt quite comfortable with that, but now I realise that it wasn’t as healthy an attitude as I thought it was.
54 sounds quite old -I prefer the odd numbers. But I console myself that the older I become, the more my antique-loving husband appreciates me.