I’m still enjoying my birthday. My coworkers took me out to lunch, my friend gave me an amazing gift and my grandma sang happy birthday to me. My favourite part was when she sang, “happy birthday dear…what’s your name?”
But she remembered her little girl came to visit and that’s all that matters.
When I was out at lunch, the gentleman beside me guessed I was 21. When I told him I was 26 he said, “Oh, that’s a good age. I remember when I was 26…man, I was on top of the world.”
And I’m thankful that today I feel the same.