Happy Birthday to me!
An admission: I love my birthday with the white-hot joy of a child. People… I can't help it!
But, because I am an adult, I hold realistic expectations about what a birthday could possibly yield. Honestly, I’ve had abundant and great birthdays, and memorably bad ones I’d just as soon forget.
These days — I just want to have One Really Good Day.
I was granted that really good day yesterday, when I turned 62.