This is what Heaven must feel like.
Mesmerizing fragrances wafting all around.
Water 'not too hot, not too cold' flowing down my hair.
Angel hands massaging my head.
Yes, definitely Heaven.
My sudden interest in nostalgic trips (in case you missed my blast from the past, click here) and birthday cakes, is largely due to a milestone birthday.
I love birthdays. Always have, and
"How was your day? " I enquired as my 8-year-old son dumped his backpack unceremoniously by the front door.
"Fine," he mumbled distractedly, beelining towards his iPad.
"Anything fun?
Today's post was meant to talk about birthdays and aging gracefully.
But the words weren't flowing.
Usually, I have everything in order - the words, the mental pictures, and