Well, now, my blogosphere friends, what a glorious celebration you made my 65th birthday. Ecards, blog postings and email poured into my inbox all day. It was a 24-hour, non-stop, fabulous, surprise party, and I didn’t stop smiling all day. I’m a bit hung over from it all this morning.
Except for Cowtown Pattie and Millie Garfield who, I am told, organized this bash, I won’t mention names because I would be mortified to leave out anyone. You’ll have to find out for yourselves (through the comment links on yesterday’s post) the astonishing variety of thoughtfulness and creativity in all the blog posts about my birthday: videos and photographs and images and word decorations of all kinds that closely suit each of your personalities and sensibilities.
Others of you, like me, have a stronger connection to words than pictures. Your generosity is overwhelming and you made me cry - in the warmest, fuzziest, best, good way. If I am half what you say, it is enough to hold me unto the grave.
And to those of you who can do pictures and words so magnificently - well, that’s just not fair.
It’s two years since I dipped my toe into the blogosphere with Time Goes By. We didn’t know one another then and now we do. That is the magic of blogging. Let’s give a big hand to the unnamed people who invented blogging software and services that make it easy for us to form such extraordinary communities among ourselves.
We sit at our screens tapping our keyboards, some half a world away, and we matter to each other. We listen and tell our stories, share our pleasures and concerns, teach and learn, laugh and love and cry - the last sometimes in sorrow and others, as I did yesterday, in joy.
Thank you all for making my 65th birthday the most special one I can remember.