I turn 70 in a few days, and it’s got me thinking: What does that really mean? Three things come to mind.

First, I’m grateful to have made it this far. Not everyone is given 70 years. And, with the exception of a bum knee, my body, mind, and spirit seem to be holding up okay.

Second, I’m clear about what I want—and don’t want. No more birthday presents, please. I have enough stuff. And, please, no more parties, candles, cake, or songs. I do not want or need to be the center of attention.

So, what, you may ask, do I want for my birthday? Just to connect deeply with the people I love—an intimate phone call, lunch, dinner, coffee, walk on the beach, hug, or some quality time together. The fun, love, trust, and revelations that come with open, honest communication, a sharing of hearts, and really being present with one another (presence instead of presents), adds up to the intimacy (into-me-see) and intiyacy (into-you-see) that I want for my birthday . . . and my life.

I am advancing on the timeline of this human existence into the fourth quarter of my stay here. Each day, person, and experience is a gift, a precious blessing. I take nothing for granted. And my heart is filled with gratitude. Every day, however, affords me a profound choice: to engage—doing the things that will allow me to live as long and well as possible; or to disengage—letting go and winding my life down. Well, I choose to engage, and do whatever is necessary to make sure I’m on that hike down to the ocean with my grandkids (if so blessed), family and friends 10, 15, and 20 years from now.

When it comes to your birthday presence or presents, what do you want? Please share.