My birthday is this week, and birthdays haven’t always been fun.
D changed that two years ago with some flowers. He wanted to fly out to give them to me in person, but even just him sending them changed me. It made me want to celebrate again.
Like the american cancer society commercials promote, I still have a birthday. I am grateful for that.
I am not going to dwell on a number or on getting older. I’m just going to appreciate that I have the chance to.
Perhaps maybe I’ll even find a fun way to honor the day.