As a kid, birthdays were always fun, but they also signaled an unwelcome change in the Upper Midwest. For a birthday at the end of August meant the end of summer. Soon the nights would grow cold. Soon school would begin. Soon shorts would become a thing of the past. Yes, birthdays were fun, but it was what always came next that was unwelcome.

Now firmly entrenched in middle age, I see something quite different. My birthday surrounded by loving family and friends both old and new reminds me of fresh opportunities. Yes, birthdays mean that I have been given a new set of downs. A new opportunity for adventure and another chance to enjoy life. Yes, birthdays mean the fresh blessings that come with a new day. A beautiful and wonderful opportunity to embrace life, even as an Autumn chill descends.

Birthday cake and my favorite pastime, my cookie blog.

PS – I could however spend a little more time combing my hair, just sayin’.