44 and Counting

Today is my 44th birthday. I happen to be someone who doesn't mind acknowledging and celebrating my birthdays. I think that attitude is one that I learned from my parents. They never made a huge deal about birthdays; no elaborate parties, but an occasional one. My mother always made a birthday cake and fixed our favorite meal when it was one of our birthdays. My birthday was the only one in my family that occurred in the winter, so sometimes weather would interfere with celebrations, but I always felt special on "my" day. Since I have become older, I still enjoy my birthday. No matter what my age is or what my circumstances are, I am awfully glad to be here!