We each have a birthday, one time every year
Sometimes they are happy, and sometimes there are tears
But the best I can remember, the best of them I know
Tre the ones that I remember, full of cake, love and bows
-Donna Childree Gotlib
Mere days til I'm 28. Time is flying. Things are changing. I want to put on the brakes yet speed up all at the same time. I could say that it's no big deal- it's just a day like all the rest- but that would be a lie. I love my birthday. I love being celebrated for one single day every year. And this 28th year of my life promises to be the best yet... let's hope the follow through does not disappoint.
Note: Click on the image for a link to where I stole it.