It's My Birthday

Yes. Yes it is. On this day, back before the internet, I entered the world.  LBJ was president, the Beatles were big, and Elvis was still a hottie.

My husband is one of those people who expects a big to-do every year on his birthday.  He wants a party, and a parade float, and a blimp flying overhead.  My husband would love it if Iron Maiden was playing a special concert just for him.  Every single person who sees him must wish him a happy birthday.  It is the day of his birth, and therefore a grand day for celebration.  Larry basks in the glory that is his day.  He is all about the birthdays. 

I don't do that.  

Never mind that very few people not related to me remember my birthday.  Never mind that it's summer, and everyone is gone for their vacations.  Maybe when I was younger I would wallow in self-pity about all that, but these days I am just happy that I am still breathing.  I still have all my fingers and toes.  I can still speak, still see, still mostly hear.  I can still remember who I am and where I am.  Other than that, it's just another day for me.  Yep.  Just another day that I get to spend with my son and my husband and my family.  That is what is truly worth celebrating.

Oh, and there's cake. 

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