September 14, 2012
My hair is curled and I’m wearing a sexy black dress. I’m reading my birthday cards next to the fragrant Stargazer lilies my husband brought home for me. Pink cards with cats; who knew I’d like pink at thirty-two. The aroma of my cherry chip cake is in the air. Instead of showering me with sneezes and germs, my kindergarteners showered me with sweets, homemade cards, and surprises. A treat I am not used to. Our traditional trip to Texas de Brazil was especially filling. Despite my body telling me I am getting sick; good day.