It’s a beautiful December 5th, and I am now 37. Over the last few weeks, I have been a bit distressed about turning a new age, especially with my 12-year-old daughter cracking “You’re old” jokes every 2 minutes until I had to threaten her with Gameboy removal last night because I was in a not-too-good mood.
But this morning as the sun comes up, the feelings dawn on me: the ones I usually get on my birthday: I have survived another year. I may just get a chance to live yet another one. Whoooo-hooooo!
I have a friend who shares my birthday. He is 72 years old today, and I suppose when it’s a decent hour I’ll call him. My mom and dad are coming over to visit, and just like every year of my life, the Christmas tree will go up today in my house. That tradition started thanks to my mom.
Well, Feliz Cumpleaños and many happy returns! In 22 days, I’ll be your age +1 - and glad of it!
Have a wonderful day & congrats on making it this far. I can’t even contemplate making it to 72!
Just went into my subscribed threads and saw this thread and this other thread were the only 2 that had new replies. Talk about a sequential thread title.
