March 22 has rolled around sixty-one times since that day in 1947. Oh, my!
I was a pretty baby, though, wasn't I?
The intervening years have given me a few aches and pains, too much weight, only a little gray hair, but generally pleasant memories, a caring photographer, a loving life partner, and a beautiful hometown where, only an hour ago on this gorgeous day, we enjoyed our first walk across the new bridge. I sorely miss our eldest, but otherwise a prime* birthday.
And I'm still pretty, aren't I?
(A rhetorical question - no response necessary!!)
* my next prime birthday will be in 2014.
I was a pretty baby, though, wasn't I?
The intervening years have given me a few aches and pains, too much weight, only a little gray hair, but generally pleasant memories, a caring photographer, a loving life partner, and a beautiful hometown where, only an hour ago on this gorgeous day, we enjoyed our first walk across the new bridge. I sorely miss our eldest, but otherwise a prime* birthday.
And I'm still pretty, aren't I?
(A rhetorical question - no response necessary!!)
* my next prime birthday will be in 2014.
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