saturday: a lesson in age-ing

i love us getting old. 

i love us surviving. 

we made it baby look how far.

battle won, fed ourselves as needed, as many thoughts as breaths and always a chance for more tomorrow, even half a chance, incredible, for one more glimpse in, another go at smiling at, gathering intelligence from, a garden to plant ideas, express emotions - a sea of magnitudes and kindnesses ahead.

no small thing to have remained this long free from the great predator. 

one day she will come

with teeth as sharp as the day she was born

and that too will be amazing

rlg