When I was younger and my Mom was explaining to me the concept of the “golden birthday” (when your age is the same number as your birthdate), I never thought I’d ever ever be old enough to hit my golden birthday. Twenty-six was so freaking old. It was beyond any age I had ever heard. My grandma was probably twenty-six, at least!
Man, it’s only 8:45am and already I’ve had a super-awesome day. I got a wake-up hug from the Beloved, my Mom called early to nearly sing to me (as is tradition in our family), and I just got an email from my friend in the Navy, who–amazingly–remembered my birthday. And the sun is out and it’s a fantabulous day!