Unreluctant Soul: Blackrock Birthday Weekend
LIFE by Henry van Dyke (excerpt from The Three Best Things)
Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from, the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.
On Sunday I celebrated my 48th ride around the sun. It was a spectacular birthday weekend. We climbed Blackrock Mountain and ate our lunch and birthday cupcakes on the summit. There were gifties wrapped in hand drawn wrapping paper. There were voicemail serenades, emails, texts and messages from as far away as Holland. There was this deep gratitude for everything and everyone...the kind of thankfulness that leaves you speechless and smiling with eyes closed.
On Saturday we went pumpkin picking at our favorite farm. Our boy sporting a new (and chocolaty) grin after 2 tooth fairy flybys last week.
Let me but live my life from year to year,
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from, the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear
In the dim past, nor holding back in fear
From what the future veils; but with a whole
And happy heart, that pays its toll
To Youth and Age, and travels on with cheer.
On Sunday I celebrated my 48th ride around the sun. It was a spectacular birthday weekend. We climbed Blackrock Mountain and ate our lunch and birthday cupcakes on the summit. There were gifties wrapped in hand drawn wrapping paper. There were voicemail serenades, emails, texts and messages from as far away as Holland. There was this deep gratitude for everything and everyone...the kind of thankfulness that leaves you speechless and smiling with eyes closed.
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