a year

I had a birthday.

The older I get the more nervous they make me.

I always ask myself-

Will the day be a total flop?

From Meleah. The most beautiful tart I have ever licked.


From Janssen, who knows me so well. Chocolate cake, earrings, scarf. I'm sure I stuttered when thanking her. That's what I do when my heart is full.

From B- his love. And along with it a popcorn popper, a cook book, and some athletic socks. He too gets me to the core.

Jeannie with her plate full of cinnimon rolls standing in my doorway, smiling. And Stacy dropping off a bag full of goodies as only she can do. Lots and lots of birthday wishes, calls, and smiling loved ones.


Will I hate being a year older?

Gifts from Queen N and Chichi. I have treasured these 8 years loving them.


Will I feel proud of the things I have accomplished in the past year, when I was then young and full of life???

Will I be satisfied?

Yes. A resounding yes.