Sweet to be me

Today I turned 39. There was no parade or fanfare and I didn't even get a birthday cake. At 39 I don't expect a parade or any fanfare, but if I'm being honest I'm a little sad about the birthday cake. I really like birthday cake.

The thing about being me, though is that I can buy my own cake any day of the year that I want. And I can light candles (or not) and share it (or not). Because even though I love rich, creamy cake with sweet frosting there are a few things I love even more. And three of them are laying in bed with me loving me the best way they know how on my 39th birthday.

And with that I must say that it's awfully sweet to be me.




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