Ghosts of Birthdays Past

Mom's "Little Boo" cake creation

Birthdays put me in a weird place. 

There have been so many for me, but I can scarcely recall any of them. I do remember the year I got my Barbie doll. The special birthday cakes Mom baked and decorated. And, of course, the year my sister, Denise, got married on my birthday. (Happy Anniversary, Big Sis!)

I can hear David in my head, asking, "Is it a milestone?" 

No, this isn't a particularly special birthday. I haven't hit the Medicare years yet – I suppose that's the next milestone I have to look forward to. 

Honestly, these days, I have the feeling of being in a speeding car. I'm sitting in the backseat looking out the window at the world flying by so fast it's all a blur. My fingers dig into the upholstery, willing the car to stop, but I know when it does, it will be the end of my journey. 

Yep, birthdays for me are weird.

Thankfully, Denise sent me a box of cookies yesterday, so breakfast is covered. Mr. Ginley and I will eat out so I don't have to cook today. And Joe and Jill are having me over for breakfast tomorrow, so I'll have that to look forward to. 

Gee, at this stage of my life, it looks like birthdays come down to food. 

Might as well dig in and enjoy!