My dear wife J threw me a surprise party at our good friends' house (the Kroghs) across the county! I had no idea this was in the works even. She was masterfully deceiving! She got me over there by having them invite us over to see the movie The History of Violence. The house was full of friends and family!
I always become reflective at these big birthday events. Good thing they didn't ask me to give a speech! I have thought about friends and family the past few days, even the friends of long ago. They ahve all come to mean so much to me and my family.
In the poem I wrote this week, "At the End of the Street Lies the Sky," I mentioned good neighbors who "helped round out \ the days, grow the kids, and watch \ year after year arrive and depart."
This thought applies especially to my family, my wonderful wife J and kids. They are my grounding. (I love you dearly.)
This thought also applies to all of my friends who I have worked with over the years, who I have lived next to, or who I have come to know through this small blog -- poets, writers, teachers, professors, bloggers, and readers. In one way or another, you all have helped me round out each day, helped me fulfill it. And the years, though they come and go like pages in a fiction, are all the more intriguing and meaningful because of you.
So, from my heart, thank you.
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