Today is Althegal’s birthday.
Today is also my birthday.
I know it’s a weird coincidence, but we were born on the same day — just a trifling thirty-one year apart.
How is it possible for me to have a thirty-three year-old daughter? I’m still young after all.
Althegal and I were cheated because we had to share one cake between us. Doesn’t seem fair, does it? Life is so hard.
We’d always have gramma and grampa over for the celebration. I would bbq. (I know neither of us birthday kids are in this picture, but it still serves my purpose. 🙂 )
Then came the moving years when she was in university and every birthday seemed to center around shifting her from one spot to another.
Now, she lives thousands of miles away, so we don’t get together at all although she was here near the end of August last year, so we were able to enjoy a wee bit of a celebration.
Mainly though, I enjoy my memories of many special times shared with my little buddy.