When I’m the Birthday Girl
28, 10
When I taught kindergarten, we used one inch blocks to build a tower to show how old we were. I am now officially three blocks short of my height. We held up our fingers to show just how old we were. Now I need five friends to extend all of their fingers with me.
I am as old as my son, his future wife and my darling adopted grandson, Alejandro, combined. By the end of today, I’ll have received more birthday greetings than my age.
I can’t say this has happened overnight but I can say I’m glad to have sixty years to practice living. Despite a few ruts in the road, it’s a good life. I have a wonderful family, good friends and a writing career I cherish. I plan to work hard and enjoy the rest, minute by minute.
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