I am the youngest I will ever be and my half birthday makes me happy. My phone won’t ring off the hook, my Facebook page will be silent and I don’t need to thank my intelligent, long gone mother for birthing me.
I laughed and acted silly as my neighbor and I walked past tall maple trees this morning. My green beans from a local organic farmer pumped up my breakfast. Today’s errands will be laced with trying to make people laugh because I am celebrating a day like any other. And yet, I think I only have 38 more half birthdays. Maybe next one I’ll take a vacation.
Dip into life. Be silly sometimes, like the 5 year old who just started Big Kids School. Fly backwards through time and be 4 for a minute. Have some beans.