I love birthdays.
To me, the most important day of the year is the day I was born. It's not a pride thing. It's all about possession.
My birthday is the only day of the year that actually belongs to me. In my head. It belongs to me. I don't need presents or a cake or a big todo (but when it happens, I smile). I don't even need anyone else to know that it's MY birthday. Because I know. It's the day of my birth. I've always loved my birthday.
Today is my husband Allen's birthday. It belongs to him. I'm a part of this day that belongs to him. And I smile.
We light a match stuck in a cookie to celebrate his birthday. And he smiles.
I love birthdays.
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