Last week I received an invitation to celebrate an acquaintance and neighbor's 91st birthday. She is an acquaintance of nearly fifteen years, and a neighbor...some seven miles away. (That's how it works in rural Kansas.)
It was a morning coffee today with something like ten women attending. Ten women of three generations -PLUS two children of another generation - so...four generations celebrating coffee and coconut creme cake with this amazing woman, around her rural kitchen table with which most of us are so comfortably acquainted.
We women all know each other by close or distant social occasions; whatever the definition, we were all so comfortable in our meeting this morning, it was a true joy. (We even sang Happy Birthday in two-part harmony.)
True joy, also, by celebrating this wonderful neighbor's life thus far. How fun to enjoy the sharing of parts of her life's daily diary, started in 1942. A daily diary! Her daughter read spits and spots of it to us, and I was transfixed. We all had so much fun revisiting our own family heritage/history by her written words.
I left this morning's coffee with a song in my heart. How nice to be able to celebrate a life well-led, and especially, a life that truly had hardships which she has shared both in her diaries, and to some of us {me} in person.
And so? There are so many folks out there with great stories to hear and to share. I am always so uplifted when I visit this neighbor and her family. Her grace and humor and intelligence.
I guess I would close this by saying "Thanks be to God."
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