a belated birthday blessing

May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

what ifs

are not allowed

crying

I seem to well up extraordinarily easily. To be moved to tears instantly by the tiniest of passing moments. Today I nearly cried twice. Once in Trafalgar Square, reading the poems around the Oslo Christmas tree, then in Covent Garden when the girls in the string quartet played Pachelbel's Canon especially to me.

mmmmm mmmm mmmmm mmm mmmm mmm LA lalala lalala da da da da da LA da da di pompom pom  ♬♪

I think you'd have welled up a wee bit too.