Remember, when you see a woman at the top of a mountain,
she didn’t just fall there.
When sleeping women wake,
mountains will move.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
but by the moments that take our breath away.
Climb the mountains to get their good tidings.
Nature’s peace will flow into you as the sunshine into the trees.
The winds will blow their freshness into you
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Happy Birthday, Pam.
I wish you: sunny hikes, great views, dry socks,
only gummy bears, the last 50 yard jog
and another lifetime of reasons to celebrate!