Party Time!

All right, what can I say! I’m another year older. But I prefer to think about the fact that I've gained more credibility! Since last birthday, I know more. I have more friends. I’ve traveled more. I’ve read more. I’ve had new experiences. I’ve conquered new challenges. I’ve loved more. I’ve been loved more. I’ve heard new music. I’ve tasted new foods. In short, I don’t understand all this dread of getting older! Bring it on! The older the better! At least until my birthday means I know less because I forget, have less friends because they’re dying, I’ve traveled less because my wheelchair won’t take me very far, I’ve read less because my eye sight is failing, I haven’t heard new music because music makes my hearing aid buzz, I haven’t tasted anything because my taste buds don’t work, and I’ve conquered less challenges because I can’t stay awake long enough to conquer. Then maybe I won’t like birthdays. But until then, let’s party—with or without hair!