We moan about aging, wrinkles and not looking twenty anymore. I do it. I feel age settling into me. Birthdays are precious commodities. Having one is the best gift.
Friday, April 22, 2016
And Many More
I always loved how on the calendar it goes Pot Day, My Day, Earth Day. My being born day is sammiched in between two pretty hippie dippie movements. Of course I don't hold complete stake on one day, neither does any one movement, thing or person. I have friends born on Christmas Day and a cousin that dared to be born on my Grandma Hollister's birthday. My uncle Cliff was born on Earth day. Aforementioned cousin's husband plus the Queen of England and I share a birthday. Friends have had loved ones die on their birthday. My Aunt's Mom was born on 9/11 and on and on it goes.
We moan about aging, wrinkles and not looking twenty anymore. I do it. I feel age settling into me. Birthdays are precious commodities. Having one is the best gift.
We moan about aging, wrinkles and not looking twenty anymore. I do it. I feel age settling into me. Birthdays are precious commodities. Having one is the best gift.
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