I have a confession to make…At the age of 44 (yikes!) I remain a total and complete birthday baby. I, unlike many of my contemporaries, still love my birthday. I don’t just love my birthday, I love all of my family members’ birthdays. My crooked cakes made with love from the box, my husband’s homemade chocolate brownies (in another life he was definitely a baker – lucky me), the wish, the attempt at a family bowl, the yahoo celebration, the mushy sentiments on the card. My love of birthdays is not about the present, it is about the celebration of all I am grateful for…my boys, my husband, my pups!
