Happy Birthday to me.
Every birthday I can remember, I would wake up with those being the first thoughts in my mind. It was the same this morning. For a few brief moments I felt like the little pigtailed girl I once was, bouncing up and down gleefully because this was her special day. The little girl who told everyone she ran into that it was HER birthday. She makes me smile. She was so joyful, so gleeful over her day. She was excited and happy and bouncing and giggling. No worries on her birthday. Outside of Christmas, for her it was the best day ever. I remember that little girl with fondness. God bless that little girl. I’m glad to know that somewhere inside she’s still there.
Click here for a picture of that little girl.