As I sit and reflect on all of my birthdays and I have had many, I realize I don’t need to celebrate like a toddler. Yes, I know, I can’t even believe the words are coming from my mind to paper but yes, I did write it because this year I feel it.
Maybe because my dad is sick, maybe because I am getting another year older, maybe it’s because it time! Is it? Can there be a time? I think so!
The time has come for me to just enjoy a day and try not to make every moment about someone telling me “happy birthday”. I will relish the idea of everyone on FB wishing me a happy birthday, but in my own world I will have a piece of cake and know I am one day older.
Peace Out!
Dear Boo 