Today is my birthday.
I am twenty-nine.
Can someone tell me how I got so old?
Twenty-nine seems kind of old to say, but it doesn’t really feel old at all.
Mostly, I still feel twenty-five. Sometimes I even feel twenty-two.
Anyways, it’s my birthday today and if I can make this year anywhere near like the last twenty-nine, then I guess I’ll be doing something right.
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The best part of today is that it’s my mom’s birthday, too. I’ve always loved that about us.
Happy birthday, Mom. I LOVE YOU!
