...to me! Yep, April 30th, a day that seems to always be cold and rainy, is the day I came into this world. I said to my mom yesterday (who called to wish me happy birthday twice and I had to gently remind her that the BIG day is today :-) that though I probably wasn't aware of the weather when I was little, as I've grown older, I've come to realize what a good day it must have been to be in a hospital giving birth, given that it's so cold and rainy. We both had a laugh at that one :-) So I'm seeing a show at Rivendell and then going to the Indie Cafe with one of my best friends, and this morning has been gloriously luxurious with Rusty and coffee and reading and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love birthdays. I love holidays. I love celebrating stuff. Life is a celebration, isn't it? Aren't we lucky?