63 years and 1 day

Today is the first day into my 64th year .... we all know, beginning with babies, by the time we celebrate the 1st birthday, they have lived 365 years of life.

So it is with me.  Yesterday was my 63rd birthday.  It was my 217th straight day in a row -  of walking outside.  Been through it all now - Fall and the beautiful colors.  Winter - ice, snow and freezing cold, Spring with its unpredictable weather and rain, and now heading into Summer this month ... although it has already been in the high 30's.  Walking is much easier in the cold than the heat.  

I celebrated yesterday.  Alvin and I picked up Sausage Egg McMuffins, parked the convertible under a shady tree and ate, and then he took me to a new location - an old quarry park with trails in Stony Mountain.  It was beautiful.  I walked barefoot in blundstones for day 217.  But I realize they are much hotter than runners.  

My kids dropped off food, due to the restrictions here.  So many of our birthdays have been in Covid lockdown at this point.  But we make the best of it.  My granddaughter and grandson made pies for my birthday (I asked for Lemon) and we celebrated.  Food - Pie - Gifts - ZOOM 

I went to bed realizing I had not taken the time to think, or read, or pray, about what my life looked like.  About the reflection backwards ...and the look ahead.  

Looking backwards I see a woman who has just celebrated her 63 birthday.  And yet wonders where time has gone.  I am Joy.  Named by my sisters (apparently).  I know that my dad really wanted a boy.  Guess that is where my baby brother Tim came into the picture, and then my brother Brian.  And maybe that is why my auntie Grace Burnett always called me "Joy Boy" ...