Birthday Best
There I am on April 23, 1982, turning 7 years old, swirling and twirling and basking in bubbles. Today I reach my fortieth milestone and I feel the same way about my birthday as I did back then. I would be just as happy today swirling around in a pretty pink party dress, laughing as the bubbles popped around me. Birthdays mean many different things for people. Some bemoan the addition of age and sigh as they see the wrinkles appearing around the edges of their eyes. Others enjoy the loving attention they might receive from family and friends. And
