
Forty-three...it just sounds like a number really as I don't particularly feel much different than I did last year or ten years ago. Really the only difference I can notice other than the physical obviousness of aging (which is really a grand adventure for me to watch and experience how things shift and change) is that I feel more comfortably and more solidly myself. I just feel fine in my own skin and that just seems to get better and better with age.
So, bring on the cake and ice cream! Bring on the celebrations! I am looking forward to singing "Happy Birthday" to Tiger for the second time (her last birthday I had only known her for a week and I instigated a rousing group singing of "Happy Birthday" to her at her second-only Saturday morning lesbian coffee. This year, however, she may get the rendition in full operatic force --Yay!
We winter birthdays...close on the tail end of the Christmas holidays and squozen in so close to Valentine's Day--tend to get lost in the snow and storms. I am determined to play a little, celebrate a little, and enjoy the first of what I intend to be MANY shared birthdays with the Tiger...
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