Today my ever-thoughtful west coast brother hit me with another number. As of today, it's only 70 days until my birthday. Since I'll be 77 then, it's an interesting repetition of sevens. If you don't want to count, my birthday is on December 13. Thirteen has been a good number for me over the years. I was born on a 13, married on a 13, and had my first child on a 13. My second child, the impatient one, was born on a 10. I think it's interesting that, while I don't look forward to my birthdays with the eager excitement of childhood, I still feel a little twinge of anticipation as my birthday approaches. It probably has something to do with just knowing I'm still here.
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