tamarjacobson

What a month this has been. Reflecting, celebrating, donating, walking, crocheting, singing, exercising, talking, gardening, writing, laughing, crying, eating all kinds of great food – all the while retiring and turning 70. And throughout each day, family and friends far and wide have accompanied me with love, support, and sharing of great wisdoms.

This morning I awake after a crescendo of a birthday yesterday, beginning bright and early with cake, cards, candles and gifts in bed early in the morning, lovingly brought to me by my husband. His card for me was all about “courage,” appreciating the courage for becoming who I am today. It moved me to my core. 

This morning I am full to the brim of joy, gratitude, and enormous appreciation for the abundance of love that has been showered on me. 

It happened, folks! I turned 70! I allowed myself to feel the full extent of all the emotions that went with each and every moment. Indeed, as I have officially become a septuagenarian, I believe more and more in the power of now, and am looking forward to this next stage of development with hope and acceptance.

As we exited the hotel on our way to dinner last night, I exclaimed, “Wow, I am 70 today!” My daughter-in-law laughed and said, “You don’t have to say it out loud!” I responded, “Why not, sweetheart, I worked hard to get here.” My son nodded quietly in agreement, and my heart was full to overflowing to be sharing it with the both of them.