In the wee hours of this morning, at 2:52 AM to be exact, I celebrated the 58th anniversary of my birth. Wow! I can remember turning, 30, 40, and 50 and now as I am edging mighty close to 60 I realize that I have already lived over two-thirds of my allotted lifespan. My body reminds me of that every day as it creaks and complains. And yet, as I look back over the many chapters that comprise my story, I have to say it's been a good life all in all... and in truth God has saved the very best years for last, when I am able to appreciate them the most. I am so blessed with family, friends and furkids, all my needs are met, and I am loved by the most amazingly wonderful man. No need to blow out candles, what more could one wish for?