Do you know what came and went again this week? My birthday.
It sneaks up, every year, within a month of Christmas. As a little girl, I struggled with the proximity of Christmas and my birthday. I had to go a whole eleven months without presents.
Mom, being Mom, solved my jealousy problem. And it really was my problem. My sister's birthday is in June. Nicely spaced half way through the year.
She decided that my sister and I would each get a present on the other birthday. Brilliant. Once we got to college and afterwards (as grown up professionals and all that), we would give each other a small gift on our own birthday.
For a few years here in Denver, my friends and I would go to the Samba Room to celebrate my birthday. And then it closed. Today I went out to breakfast at the restaurant that took it's place on the corner of Larimer Square. Tom's Urban Diner. They make grown up pop tarts! It's a little like the breakfast version of the mojitos that I would have at Samba after work on my birthday.
|Larimer Square at 6:30am this morning|
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