I have no photos of Mr. CFP blowing out 50 candles on a cake decorated with words that declare him old. I have no photos of hordes of people clapping at his amazing ability to extinguish a small fire with one giant breath.
Mr. CFP is a low-key kinda guy.
I have memories of laughing with a few friends over bowls of hummus and plates of kabobs and tabouli. And that memory is sweet. But not sweeter than the feeling of boundaryless love I experienced as Mr. CFP and I looked into each others eyes at one point during the day. Each moment of life is so ripe and bursting with flavor and possibility, it is very hard to make a human-decided landmark any more special than any other moment. At least for me.
I loved that Mr. CFP was covered in love and appreciation and warm birthday wishes, through cards and Facebook posts. Say what you want about Facebook, it is an excellent vehicle for passing along "Happy Birthdays".
And I love that Mr. CFP received a meaningful quilt wall hanging, made by his mom.
And while I'm mentioning honorable mentions, I want to announce to any readers of The Sun Magazine that my cousin, Larry Blackwood, had one of his photographs published in the February issue. Page 36, to be exact. To see more of Larry's work, click on his name above. How there got to be a famous artist in my family is beyond me.
Hooray for life that allows us to grow old so that we can still play like a child, but see with new wisdom!
Hooray for life that comes with a mother's love!
Hooray for life that offers textured trees and the expression of the artist's eye!
