My Day.

Today is a day that leaves me very happy, but also in some way brings on a sense of melancholy over the fact that time waits for no one. It is my birthday, as very obvious from the picture of a badge that I have received from the Irishman.

I am a summer child and as such I love summers endlessly. Already in my youth I enjoyed celebrating my day during this season, as almost at all times it was celebrated on our family vacation, in exotic and interesting places. I loved when I opened my eyes in the morning knowing that today everyone would be paying attention to just me and anything was possible. I looked forward to ice cream, sun and the sea and of course, many presents as well.

Today, this day passes in a much serene way and even though I do not like to think of how old I am anymore, I still enjoy the fact that I get the privilege to be here. To be in good health and to still have so much to look forward to.

Below is a picture taken by my grandfather, my fathers father, on my third birthday in 1970. Although I do not remember this day, I recall very much the spot where it was taken. I am sitting in our summer cottage with my father, looking out through the windows. I love old photographs like these as they remind me of the fact, that no matter how fast I think the years have gone by, when I gaze at that little girl in the picture, I know a lot of time has indeed passed and a lot of adventures have indeed been experienced by me since.

Despite the wrinkles and despite the limitation age brings, I still like to believe that the best is yet to come.