Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play....
O.k, maybe not...
My feet and cheeks have proportioned themselves, though I still sport the big cranium.
Being only ten days after Christmas, my birthday has never been a big 'to-do' in my life. When I was a kid, I'd get a cake and a few presents, not much fanfare. I guess my parents started feeling a little guilty as I grew into a teen, because my mom (every year, without fail) would ask if I wanted a party. Which, for the record, I never did.
As I matured (somewhat) into adulthood, it became a time to gather with friends, eat, celebrate hanging in there another year, and stuff like that.
These days, it's about spending it with my wife. We've been together about six years and they've been six of the best in my life. Coming from a guy who, at 40 years old, was resigned to living a bachelor's life for the rest of his days, that's a pretty amazing statement.
Not that I ever had anything against marriage, I just didn't think it was for me. I didn't think I was giving enough when, come to find out, I'm way more giving than I gave myself credit for. Now, before I blow my horn too loudly, I'll admit....I need
some a bit of work. O.k, lots of work.
I'm getting there, though.
The evening was spent having a relaxing dinner with some of my new, extended, family then back home for my only, official, birthday request.
I wanted my wife to make me an out of the box Devil's Food cake.
Which she did. And it was deeelicious!
Oh, those squiggly marks on the right side? I was told they were bats.
|"She may not look like much, kid..."|
It's great to have found someone who doesn't mind indulging my whimsical side.
I thought this post was going to be more about reflecting on my past 47 years but, the more I think about it, the more I'm just going to wish for another 47 just like the past six.
Blows out the candles....