Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday. Another year older.

I enjoy birthdays. Its one holiday that you don't have to share with anyone else. It's all about you. And I have a family that doesn't dissapoint. Everyone either calls or sends a card.

I suppose at my age I should be bothered with getting older. But I'm not. I wouldn't go back in time even if I could. I enjoy being more astute about the world around me each year. I enjoy being more intelligent (though sometimes my knowledge has come from the world of hard knocks) than I was a year ago.

I do, however, have a problem with my kids getting older. That's just not right,.