A Year and a Day ...

Older, that is. It leads me to wonder exactly when I stopped thinking birthdays were a fantastic thing and, instead, started dreading them. Perhaps somewhere in my early 20s or so. Truthfully, probably when I hit 21. Not that I'm much of a drinker, but it seems that 21 is the last "happy-happy-you-made-it!!" milestone out there. It's all downhill from there, until, finally, we end up old and cranky ... waving a cane and yelling "Get off my lawn!!" at the neighborhood kids.

But it was a good birthday. I had a nice, casual, very low-key day. And I needed that. I got some lovely gifts: some Saiyuki sketches, an awesome jewelry box (that I have been quietly coveting for a long time), an iPad2, an adorable bunny pillow, and a very fancy (and yummy!!) cake with a pink flower and blue icing. (Love the blue icing.) But, most of all, I got to spend time with my hubby, kiddo, and some very dear friends. And I think that was the best of all: just spending some fun time with people I love. It's such a simple thing ... and yet, something that seems nearly impossible to do in this go-go-go world of ours.

So here's to good birthdays. Another year older. And (hopefully) another year wiser, too.

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But that might be asking too much. ^.~