13th

Well, today is my birthday. I am 45. I don't know that much about my birth story. I know I was born at the old Our Lady of the Lake hospital in Baton Rouge like everyone else from my childhood. I was born on the 13th which has been my number so far.

Honey's bunnies were born this morning. My God, I hope Mama Bunny doesn't eat her young. That happens evidently when they are frightened, and since my ex mother in law has put food out for every stray and feral cat in Keystone, Bunny could get nervous. We'll see....

I usually dislike birthdays, especially since Daddy died. There is something about a day that you are supposed to be special. It creates expectations. Those are sometimes bad. I try very hard and not with much success to not have expectations about anything. But hope tends to creep in, and with that, disappointment. Not always, but a lot. I feel things too much (ask Tracy). On a more perfect note, I have already gotten so many sweet and wonderful wishes and comments from the people that love me. I am the luckiest woman in the world. I will bask in that and have fun.

So, I will expect nothing. (I am lying. I already do) But I'll try to enjoy whatever happens or whatever doesn't happen. And tomorrow will be April 14th, and that will be fine.