August 14, 2008. Happy Birthday, my love!
The best card ever. I saw this (and stole it off) insideowl’s flickr photostream earlier in the week when I was sick-miserable and needed a laugh. Yes, she’s an ashtangi, but anyone who does yoga knows this phenom inside and out.
Thank you for all the birthday love and wishes yesterday, especially those who braved my germs and came by. I had a wonderful day, and am feeling much better, finally. One thing I can say for facebook, it turns once-birthday-well-wishing-delinquents into merry makers. I see the magic every day and it brings me cheer.
I noticed, on walking to the store for some supplies yesterday, that the grin was still on. Not from the snow, and certainly not from the ten-foot puddles on every street corner. It was the birthday grin. Yes, I might be sick as a dog but still I love my birthday. And yours. It’s, for me, fundamentally a love of life, and age, and wisdom.
Happy birthday cousin Tony. And, of course, LeBron.
And do not forget: I will kick your ass at yoga. Namaste.
(If anyone knows where one might purchase this card, let me know and I’ll happily link there. I’d love a few myself.)