..brn, nr, nr, nr, nr, nr…. It’s my birthday, too—yeah.
Bald Man plays this classic by the Beatles when I go upstairs to take my shower before we’re off to church this morning. He plays it because it is, in fact, my birthday today. He has it playing on the speakers in our bedroom. So, of course, I have to dance around to it before I get primped for the day. I mean, how can you not jump around and dance to the song, especially when it’s being performed (or replayed, whatever) just for you on your special day?! I can’t resist.
I also realize that there’s coming a day when I probably won’t be able to dance and jump around like that. I’ve mentioned before that my back occasionally likes to remind me that I’ve birthed 3 children, and am not a kid anymore. Today, however, it allows me to enjoy a few gifts of youth. Jumping, dancing, celebrating. Those are gifts I’m thankful for this year.
