Thirty-five years ago today, a sweet-tempered, patient, and humble saint of a person was brought forth into this world to share her light, grace, and blessings with all.
I don’t know who that was, though, since several galaxies over, I was busy being born too.
Gary woke me up this morning by wrapping his arms around me and singing “Happy birthday”, and the cats got the party started early by walking all over me and purring devilishly.
One year ago today, I wrote a post called My Day, doing my best to keep things together in the middle of chaos, missing Gary, and planning a picnic dinner with the kids. It’s been a year already? Ah well. I’m older, wiser, and far more grateful for what I have.
Any other Tauruses out there? According to Mystical Blaze, a Taurus is a “…stable, conservative, home-loving individual who will always make a loyal friend or partner”, and we are “steady, reliable people who only rarely get frazzled or upset.” Oh, there was the usual mumbo-jumbo about Taurus being stubborn, blah, blah, but I skipped that part.
Also, we Taurus cats are the sexiest and most libidinous astrological sign. Okay, okay, they didn’t come out and say that, but I astutely read between the lines.