The Day We All Dread
It was my birthday... again. I swear it feels like my last birthday was a week ago. Every year I dread this day, I dread getting one day, or one year older, and I dread celebrating my birthday without my beloved husband. Oh how I wish he could be here with me to endure these hard times. Getting older sucks, all it means to me is a bigger number, a bigger butt, and more rinkles. The only thing I live for is my grandchildren, they are the light of my life, and exactly what I need to endure the painful birthdays year after year. Why cant we all just pick the perfect age that we want to be and stay that way forever? Ohhhhh how I wish.
I love that you are able to take a different perspective.
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