I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my birthday. It’s in 2 weeks. I’ll be 43 fingers old (I’m gonna have to borrow some fingers and toes for this one!). You can mail me a birthday card, if you like. Or leave a greeting here. God, I love getting older. I don’t love the wrinkles, the grey hair, the messed up skin, or the failing sight/hearing, but I love the freedom of knowing myself and STILL discovering more about the world.
Besides, in another 41 years, I’ll be 84 and married for 50 years. How cool is that?