I try not to think about birthdays anymore.  It was certainly easier to do that when I lived farther from my children, but they insist on helping me celebrate one.  My daughter and almost son-in-law are taking me out to dinner on Saturday evening.  My son that knits is taking me to an Alpaca farm on Saturday morning – I will get to pet an Alpaca and I can see a little fiber in my future (saving a little out of my paycheck for that) :).   I’m sure my other two son’s will be showing up or calling to let me know they haven’t forgotten it either.  My dad sent me a wonderful birthday card that had my picture, of when I was 16 years old, on it.  I’m sure he’s probably trying to make me feel better about having a birthday :P.  Why can’t we start out older and each year get younger instead? 🙂

I’ll take my camera to the Alpaca farm and bring back pictures :).