Today is my birthday. Like many adults, I am ambivalent about my birthday. Of course, the alternative to having a birthday is being dead, so I'll happily take the birthday. Hooray! I am officially one year older!
I won't have a big party with a puppet show or a magician. I will not be given a basket of kittens or a red bicycle with ape hanger handlebars and a black banana seat. Anything I might have wanted for myself I might have gotten myself already (although a both a new bicycle and basket of kittens does sound fun right now).
One thing I always appreciate on my birthday is a home-made card. This card is from a number of years ago. It was made by an old and dear friend who is today a dog owner herself and is taking in some foster puppies from the animal shelter for a month. She will no doubt have puppy poops in her house.