I'd prefer to remember it as one of the more intense celebrations I've had, and hope to heaven that nobody I know is planning anything similar for me this birthday.
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Thirty-three years ago to the day, I started existing on this earth:
According to my mother, I was a funny-looking baby. But then again, so was the child who shares my birthday:
Here she is, catching some wind on the Edmonds Ferry in Washington State.
Check out that hair, dudes. No product required.
Three years ago to the day, Beatrix made her way down the tunnel and plopped into the midwife's arms.
I've often thought, This child is just too good to be true. But she is true, and it's her birthday.
I hope she is given as much happiness in her next thirty years as I have experienced in mine. She is blessed by all who love her, and to you, her family and community, I am deeply grateful.
