I turned 50 over this past weekend. My wonderful husband Jim put together an absolutely amazing party. There were several groupings of musicians and I was serenaded with everything from "Long May You Run" ( which I believe was originally written about a car, but who cares) to a searing version of Carlos Santana's "Europa". There was also a group participation number of "Midnight Train to Georgia" that featured about fifteen Pips impersonators.
The highlight of the evening was, cornily enough, having my dear friends and family sing "Happy Birthday to You" to me. I looked at out a sea of beautiful smiling faces and at that moment I felt like Jimmy Stewart at the end of "It's a Wonderful Life", when his brother Harry makes a toast "to my brother George, the richest man in the world." George Bailey then finds a book that has been inscribed by his angel Clarence that reads, "Dear George, Remember no man is a failure who has friends."
I am rich in friends and I am very blessed for this.
I had thought hitting this milestone might be difficult. It turned out not to be that way at all. Instead, it made me realize how rich my life has been because of the people I have known and loved.
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