Some 12s and 56s, and much gratitude…
I still remember the delight I felt on my 12th birthday — not because I was turning 12, although that sounds so much more grown up than 11. It was because I was turning 12 on the 12th day of the 12th month. That alignment of numbers seemed to make the day more special somehow (although I wasn’t then, nor am I now, into numerology). Multiply that delight for this year. This year, my birthday falls on 12/12/12. Not only that, but I was born in 1956 and I will be 56 on the 12th. A birthday always seems to me to be a good time to look back on the previous year and give thanks for all the good things that happened (and possibly for the bad, as well). I’m doing this reflecting today rather than on the 12th, because on the 12th we’re having a special blog-party for the final month of 12 x 12 in 2012. So, click on the magic words for 12 birthday reflections (I had to make it 12, didn’t I?).