Last weekend I turned 21…oh, alright 31.
Anyway, I usually dread the day and find myself heavily contemplating life and re-assessing my goals.
This time it was different and for the first time in many years I loved my birthday! Milla was the reason. She caused me to happily reminisce about birthdays – blowing out candles, singing, excitedly ripping open presents, eating horrible party food, spending time with family and friends. Milla was so excited about my birthday that she got me excited too. We blew out the candles together (well, I blew them out and she spluttered all over the cake), she helped me open my presents and I got my very first birthday card with a gorgeous drawing of what was, of course very plain to see; a cat and an elephant in a swimming pool.
Birthdays are fun again. Lucky me.

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