I has a birthday.
I turned 15.
I figure if I’m going to lie I might as well REALLY LIE.
So I turned 37.
In all honesty we didn’t know if I’d see 37.
We didn’t know if I’d see 36.
When I say each birthday’s a blessing, I’m not exaggerating.
Happy birthday to me and every person who touched my life.
We have had a reason to celebrate.
(My actual birthday was Feb 1, I was too busy partying to post. Heh.)