I woke up the morning of my birthday with the thought that this very body of mine has been living on this earth for 55 years. It's been my vehicle through all it's stages: a little chubby infant, and innocent toddler, etc, etc. Now I look at my arms and wrists and legs and see in them the infant, the toddler, the exploring 7 year old, the teenager, the pretty 20 something... Somehow that realization made me look ever so fondly at this middle-aged body, and look forward, even, to watching as it carries me through new experiences, even through the experience of aging.
What a lovely birthday gift from my psyche!