“If you want others to be happy, practice compassion.
If you want to be happy, practice compassion.”
~ Dalai Lama
Today, I got to celebrate my 49th trip around the sun. That might sound old, but it’s really a very small number in the grand scheme of things. I suppose I should be freaked out that I’ll be 50 soon, but I’m so grateful to be here that I’m down right giddy about any age at this point. I know way too many people who wanted to be this old but never made it. I was blessed to share delicious meals with people I love and respect. I got awesome phone calls, and facebook messages, and texts, and cards, and presents (like the militant radical librarian coffee mug and drumstick pencils). Even the mailman delivered two hand forged amulets from my dear friend Eric Chapman. How awesome is that? Sweeter still, four of us in Special Collections celebrate birthdays this week, including Judy Sackett (below). On this birthday there were no balloons, or parties, or singing telegrams; no fireworks or colossal announcements. Instead, I was up to my ears in grace-filled human beings, and they were way better than all that stuff. So, when I add up all the outstanding little things about today, this easily goes down as the best birthday ever. That’s how fortunate I am.