My days

It is 4 days after my 43rd birthday, funny how that sounds to me; I wonder t hat I really lived this far. I look with a nervous trepadation to the future. I don’t want to stop breathing, and learning, and praising. I love living. It is like a sunshiny sweet smelling flower filled breeze, every breath I take. I am thankful for the days I have. I tell Jesus thank you for another day of life. I pay attention to the birds happily carefreely flying in the air. I gaze at wonder at the beautiful silhouette cast by the naked trees against a beautiful cold winter sunset. I thank my creator. Eternal blessings to my creator. I love you God. Thank you for another day of life.

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