I’m getting older. I can feel it each time I open my eyes to a new day, and every night when I close them. I’m slowing down, I’m savoring the sweet moments; the smell of fresh coffee, a wave from a curious child, the soft curls forming in Guy’s hair and how they gently twist around my fingers as we lay intertwined. I’m accepting, and forgiving and making more room for light and love in my heart. I’m folding my wings and living in the moment – here, now, today. I’m finding peace, and I am feeling quiet and content. I’m blooming. Softly and slowly like a new flower. This is the beginning of something special.