the half life of birthdays

They come.

They go.

We look at them in the rearview mirror of our mind.

How many birthdays do you remember? Where were you? Who was with you?

Birthday after birthday, year after year, all blend with one another.

Candace had a great birthday. All but one of the four kids made a telephone call to wish her a happy birthday.

The family dinner was scrumptious: Game hens, wild rice, black bean salad, asparagus, green salad, gluten free cake baked by Dawn (outstanding) as Candace is gluten intolerant.

Me? I'm merely a gluten for punishment.

One more birthday down. I wonder how many more.