61/365 Me
Meeting for the first time was like stepping before a funhouse mirror. Hey look! Me! Suddenly I distorted into too much this or not enough that. And all that jeering laughter! It's hard living with me, especially knowing that before me, I was perfect.
posted by - Christine at 5:35 AM
11 Comments:
This is perfect.
Imagine for a moment if you had to live without you, perfection or not. Great post! Happy Birthday!
Very cool post! Is it really your birthday, or was that a metaphorical greeting? Either way, here's to you x 2!
Yes. Today I am "officially" entitled to all of my 44 words.
happy birthday from the left coast of us
:-)
ej & ninette
Happy birthday FRA!
joyeux anniversaire!
Happy Birthday. Still perfect.
How utterly (is there a better word than perfect?) flawless! I not only want to BE you, I want to know the you that showed up today!
For someone who caressess words the way you do ... well, you certainly should get another! Happy Birthday to youuuuuu.
p.s. - save this entry - it's going to be the perfect dedication for your book. "This book is dedicated to the perfect me that existed before I met me in the mirror". Yes, perfection, indeed. Both times.
Thanks everyone for the wishes! It was wonderful with little joys and surprises - cartwheels and sunflowers. Plus I got to unwrap a few quiet candlelit hours with the hubby. The gift is never what's in the box...
Just catching up with your posts. I have enjoyed your insight, use of words etc. (From Dan Waber's mom.)
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