Well, another birthday has come and gone. On Monday I celebrated my 44th birthday. Just another day. I say that a lot, but don't always mean it. My youngest daughter called me that day. I thought it was someone else when I answered the phone. They (my daughter) said, "Happy Birthday." My reply was thanks, just another day. They said, "But you're 44." Yeah, I said. It was real quiet on the other end. I said, Still there? They said, "Yeah, I love you." It was at this point I realized it was Hannah. What do you say? We talked for awhile and she said love you and will see you tonight. That was my birthday. We had supper, Susan, the girls and I. I opened my presents from them and watched a movie together. What else could a person ask for? I was surrounded by those that love me. It was a good birthday.
Birthdays are just another day. But, depending on how you spend that day, it can be JUST ANOTHER DAY. If you spend that day with ones you love it can be the best day. I remember my dad telling me when he was a kid, birthdays were just another day. Usually, he said his mom or dad would say well, Happy Birthday son. They had a special plate that the birthday person would use. We made up for those days after all of us kids were around. We always celebrated family members birthdays. Even if it was just supper, we were together.
So, I had a birthday. It was the best birthday I've had, so far.
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