Happy Birthday to MEEEEE!!!!

Its that time of the day again.

When you wake up in the morning with a special feeling in your heart, because you know that today's your special day.

A day when all who are in the know are nice to you. And if ever somebody turns out not nice, all you have to do is tell them that its your B'day today, and voila! they turn nice for a day too!

And this is a day when you get a whole lot of good wishes- creative ones, from-the-heart ones, flippant ones, regular ones....

I have grown considerably older and wiser(I hope), and today when I look back on the 30 odd years of my life, one thing that comes to the fore, is gratitude for all the good things in my life.

For having all my senses and all my limbs, and my health intact.
For having had a wonderful childhood, with loving parents to fall back upon whenever needed.
For having a sibling with whom I can share almost everything.
For having a good education, that I have been able to put to use.
For having a wonderful husband and a wondrous child.
For having in-laws with whom I share a pleasant relationship
For having friends that made me laugh and enjoy my friendship with them. (Some of them who stood by me through thin too)

Now that I think of it, there are scores of things to be thankful for actually, too many to list down here- I don't want to bore you guys, do I?

And at the end of it, when I think of what I would like for myself in the years ahead, I feel that what is most important is not just to have good things in life, but ...to be able to cope, with hope in your heart, when you come across bad times.

Not for nothing did someone say that Life is not a bed of roses. The man knew what he was saying.

And so, while of course, I would ask God for roses- big, beautiful, bountiful roses of every hue-along my way, if He forgets to prune the stems and I get some thorns as well, then what I ask for myself today is that the beauty of the roses far outweighs the prick of the thorns.
That all the pricks are momentary and get healed soon, and that the fragrance of the roses is what remains in memory.