Today is a special one.
It’s my 73rd birthday.
Yorkshire Pudding called me a blogging phenomenon and presented me with the virtual birthday gift of four daffodils on his blog. I have also received four actual birthday cards in the mail to help me celebrate. I have a wonderful wife and three amazing children and six even more amazing grandchildren.
I am blessed, but still...
Happy Birthday Bob! Glad you liked the daffodils and I hope you have a lovely day.
ReplyDeleteHappy, happy, my friend! And many more!
ReplyDeleteHappy, happy birthday. I suspect your sand is really diamond dust.
ReplyDeleteSomeone once said that Birthdays are God's way of showing us that he loves us. He must love you an awful lot, Bob!
ReplyDeleteWishing you a wonderful birthday and a year full of blessings. xx
Happy Birthday. hope you enjoy your special day.
ReplyDeleteRWP
ReplyDeleteMany happy returns, my friend. It is only special because you are celebrating it you know.
RWP.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, my friend. Enjoy the moment.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, one and all, for your birthday wishes and greetings, even the fellow whose comment I didn't publish because it contained a seven-letter word starting with B (and I don't mean Bavaria). If only he had read the last sentence in the masthead, he might have avoided such a punitive measure.
ReplyDeleteA belated happy birthday from me. I hope you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteUh, oh! :( I let your special day slip through my hands, like the grains of sand in that hourglass.
ReplyDeleteA belated Happy Birthday, Young'un!
Oh I am late, tsk. I do hate to be late, but there you go I am. I hope you had a lovely birthday, and by the looks of it you have many people who have wished you happiness on this/that day, and I am not a bit surprised about that.
ReplyDeleteSo here is a regretfully late, but warmly sent poem in your honour;
Birthdays
by Robert William Service
Let us have birthdays every day,
(I had the thought while I was shaving)
Because a birthday should be gay,
And full of grace and good behaving.
We can't have cakes and candles bright,
And presents are beyond our giving,
But let lt us cherish with delight
The birthday way of lovely living.
For I have passed three-score and ten
And I can count upon my fingers
The years I hope to bide with men,
(Though by God's grace one often lingers.)
So in the summers left to me,
Because I'm blest beyond my merit,
I hope with gratitude and glee
To sparkle with the birthday spirit.
Let me inform myself each day
Who's proudmost on the natal roster;
If Washington or Henry Clay,
Or Eugene Field or Stephen Foster.
oh lots of famous folks I'll find
Who more than measure to my rating,
And so thanksgivingly inclined
Their birthdays I'll be celebrating.
For Oh I know the cheery glow|
Of Anniversary rejoicing;
Let me reflect its radiance so
My daily gladness I'll be voicing.
And though I'm stooped and silver-haired,
Let me with laughter make the hearth gay,
So by the gods I may be spared
Each year to hear: "Pop, Happy Birthday."
*smiles and lets off a selection of very impressive fireworks.