It’s no secret that I love March.  And St. Patrick’s.  And maybe even more the Repentino. staff after tonights 55 member Open Mic.  So much as I see 41 nearing, they inspired this in me:

FORTY –ONE

Great things are in the wind, yet,

And I feel that my accomplishments,

Piled upon the backs of others,

Are now the icing on the cake.

Yet, if this, my life, right now,

Is the icing on the cake,

The filling is so rich

Look at what we have –

Yeast – it makes things rise, and I am surrounded by those that make me

Yes, rise – rise higher than any leaven bread has the right to be,

Sugar – “You can do whatever you want with your life, but one day you’ll know what love truly is. It’s the sour and the sweet. And I know sour, which allows me to appreciate the sweet.” The sugar has been the icing and what is inside each of us.

The sugar in my cake, my Forty-One years of recipe…

Is just that, a recipe – if I could take each of you, on this crazy journey,

Referred to as a recipe, you’d find…

Everything you’d need to succeed  –

Thanks to the countless –countless, imagine that word…

COUNTLESS – meaning more memories than a human can contain –

This has been my life for Forty-one years – thanks to Dad, that could fill a room…

…on fact – a family that could fill a room, a Mom that kept pushing and believing,

students, that faded into the lines between family and students, usually not the case

but the exact case in mine… Two lives that slipped away that pushed me the rest of the way, when did I decide that would overcome the heartache, disappointment, and hurdles in the way?  No idea, no timeframe, no way, yet, here I am…

My forty-one years have been the best gift that override a gift, a cake, and even my first surprise birthday party at forty –

Life – is a living poem, and I am richer for having a living poem around me…

…at forty –one…

My blog is dedicated to the students of Repentino. making me realize, over and over again, oh how sweet 41 can be and how much more, the years to come will be…:)