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"For pleasure has no relish unless we share it." Virginia Woolf The Common Reader I guess you know by now I love birthdays. Mostly other people's birthdays.  I like the idea of celebrating me for a day, but in practice it feels uncomfortable to be singled out.  By their very nature, birthdays are ego-centric. I like being ego-centric in private.  At 61 it's time I start practicing what I preach.  Here's what I preach: Birthdays are for celebrating the one and only you. Birthdays are for making wishes, and eating cake. Birthdays are for singing the birthday song and doing the happy dance. Birthdays are for saying thank you. Birthdays are for giving yourself permission. Birthdays are for hugs and smiles. Today I noticed birthdays are also for sharing.  Like sharing your special day with others who a) love you or b) have your same birthday or  c) both of the above.  Along with me, today is also the birthday of Miss Lucy S...

Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss! He gave us the fishes, Of red and of blue. He told us of Horton Who heard a small Who, And the very good zoo Of young Gerald McGrew. He sent us the hat-cat, And Things one and two. I was reminded by my blog friend, Pam, that today is Dr. Seuss's birthday. Not to mention that Pam is a pretty poet herself. Hop on over there and read the rest of her tribute to the man who invented Green Eggs and Ham. Shortly after reading that I happened to notice that it is also Lacey's birthday. She's 12 today. I wouldn't have known without driving down the street and seeing this really fun indication that a party was in order. I don't know Lacey, but I'm guessing waking up to a yard full of cupcakes made for the start of a wonderful birthday. Here's hoping all her wishes come true. Merry ME