In the morning when I arose, seven days lounging in sleeping clothes. Getting kind of tired of the bed and the oxycontin haze... Thinking this is not how msluciousb spends her average days. But today is not an average day...today is a Blessed day. The day that I was born. Not a day to be forlorn. Went to my keyboards to click on to some life. Tired of TV and fighting and strife. Opened my email and what did I see a bunch of E-Birthday cards waiting for me. MrAfrica, my quiet delight....making my day so sunny and bright. 1PoetSought had the caring in his heart to get all the word out , and my what a start. I forgot in my suffering that my family was near. Just a click of my keyboard and you would all be right here. Mom baked the birthday cake Homemade Coconut, I am willing to share. Hey by the way I got some pain I can spare. Moody blue Mondays and Opening day snow, not much use in working and no place to go... But since you reminded me... This morning when I rose, I got up and put on some going out clothes. Where are you going my Mother asked with concern? I said Mother I have a Birthday lesson to learn. I walked out to my balcony and said a silent prayer... Thank you Dear God that Destee is always there! This morning when I rose I felt good in my going somewhere clothes. Sit up for as long as my body can stand. And remember always who is holding my hand. Thank you dear Destee for thinking of me.... You set my blue spirits free... And most of all thank you for praying for me! Even though it is spring time and flowers should be blooming...we have wind chills and grey skies and War monger's looming. But, this morning when I rose, I put on my going somewhere clothes and I smiled for a long while and released one salty tear... What a relief...that Destee will always be here. BJS(C)2003 BLESSINGS ON YA HOUSE!