Other friends took time to send wishes and comments on my Facebook page and it was great to hear from many I haven't talked with in a long time.
There were several messages on LinkedIn and my friend Rick Smith actually send on an old fashion e-mail.
Going completely over the top, Sarah also presented me with an actual birthday card with a message SHE HAD WRITTEN with a pen!
Judy O burst into The Breakfast Club and gave me a birthday hug which led the team that works there to scream "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" repeatedly at the top of their lungs.
Sarah gave me more than a hug later in the morning.
Each of my kids called and we shared great conversations.
Two of Sarah's girls called to sing me "Happy Birthday" and the other messaged a bunch of happy faces then quickly moved on to lobbying me to take them to Florida.
I worked part of the day ... meaning I looked for work because things are slow right now.
We have renters who relocated to another state without telling us and that cannibalized part of my special day.
I did get a birthday nap, snuggled beside Sarah, which is a wonderful gift.
We went out for dinner and afterwards sat in "our" swing on the beach but it was too windy so we left to listen to Sam Adams play damn good live music on the island.
As soon as we entered, God told Sam to stop playing in the middle of a song to hug us and talk for a while which was nice and we enjoyed each other as friends do, though God told Sam to tell me it's time for me do something in Bar Church again.
Back home again, Sarah and I watched a movie while birthday wishes buzzed on my phone then it was time for bed.
Now I've reread each and every wish, watched the cute videos people linked, listened to the voice mails, replied to the personal messages while touching the card Sarah gave me.
I find myself with the post Birthday blues.
It's not centered on being older ... I'm a kid at heart!
And it's not that I lack in much, because I don't, though I fret about how to keep it all.
But there's a restlessness ... a boredom that's crept inside ... that's leaving me melancholy on a lovely sun drenched morning kissed with a delightful ocean breeze.
It happens after most birthdays ... and with some regularity throughout the year ... a question haunts ... the fire in my belly burns ... in spite of everything I've done and I've done a lot ... the only thing matters is what's next?
Thank you everyone.
