This is my birthday cake. I tried to leave one piece of it so you could see it, but lunch came and the piece was sitting there, looking so darn pitiful and lonely. So H-T and I split it. We’re empathetic like that. And now, this is all that’s left to remind me of today’s significance.
My birthday will come and go as quickly as this here cake did. Is that bad?
Not when you’ve had as many of them as I’ve had now.
Birthdays at this point are just a day for me to look back over the last year and consider all my blessings. In fact Thanksgiving and my birthday are basically the same holiday, as far as I’m concerned. If I tried to count all my blessings, I’d run out of numbers.
I’m so blessed to have…
Everything else is just….