Birthdays come around faster than a Cheeta can run these days. Wasn't it just last week when I had one? What's that? It's been a year? No way.
Our daughter, Christy, took us to the Astro game. It was great fun. I ate a hotdog. And of course, cake.
The doctor told my mom she'd have a firecracker before Sunday School. And so she did. Yep, I'm a July 4 baby.
Getting older brings challenges and rewards. I've enjoyed many birthdays and hope to have many more.
I hope you do too.
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