A Birthday Post

birthday cakeThirty five years ago, at 7:01 on a Monday morning, I was born.  I was brought complaining into a wide and wonderful new world.  I was blessed with two loving parents.  I have been blessed my entire 35 years with new experiences, friends, family, heart aches, love, and laughter. Life.

I am thankful for cupcakes and candles, for birthday wishes, laughter and smiles.  I am thankful for the feeling of dirt under bare feet in the Summer baloonsand the view from a high tree branch.  I am thankful for my little brother and the cousin that are as close to me as siblings.  I am thankful for my children and that I get to watch them discover life as well.  I am thankful for the people I have gotten to meet.  For hot tea and warm socks.  For the good books I’ve read and the bad ones too.  (The bad ones help me appreciate a good one when I find it.)

I lot of people don’t like birthdays because it means they are getting older.  As with most things, I think it depends on your point of view.  I would rather get older that the alternative. 😀

a toastTo me, my birthday means a chance to celebrate that I have lived another year.  And starting tomorrow I will be stepping into the beginning of a whole new year of life.  Birthdays are just personalized New Year days.

So lift up your glasses my friends, here’s to all the days past and all the ones to come!

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Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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