I know I share this day with everyone
on the planet. But, I've shamelessly claimed it. Like, I want to
rock this day in my arms and sing it a lullaby. It's special. It's
January 21st.
It's my birthday!
I've celebrated this day for 29 years
now. 29 years! Dang. Now, that's something to celebrate :-) The
final year of my twenties. Ready or not!
What's a person to do on the morning of her 29th birthday? Well, when you've got a whopper of a cold, can't breathe out your nose, and sneeze approximately every 2 minutes and 47 seconds you do the only things you can think of to make you feel better.
Make a wish (or 3). Blow out 29 birthday candles. Eat the purple frosted, funfetti cupcake.
Yes, this is the way to do it – I'm starting my 29th year with dessert first! And, may all your wishes come true :-)
