Birthday, Mine
I woke up this morning to a phone call from Enat telling me the "When Rebekah was a little baby, first born..." story, which I used to ask for and ask for when I was a kid who couldn't fall asleep. Basically it's a story about how I pretty much almost died on this day (and the subsequent weeks) 23 years ago. Can you believe that I'd forgotten about that story until just today? That says something strange about the human consciousness, I think.
Anyway, I didn't die. So wish me a happy birthday.
Anyway, I didn't die. So wish me a happy birthday.