When we are kids we love our Birthday, mostly because of the gifts, of course. When we grow up we calm down and lower our expectations. Our birthday seems to be just another day.
I turn 40 today and I have no butterflies in my stomach. I honestly don't really care if people call me and say birthday wishes. I love them even if they don't.
I guess I get older or maybe – old? I prefer to say I get wiser and wiser each year. “Wiser Birthday to Me!”
p.s. You may want to drop by my VK Group for some treats)))
p.s. You may want to drop by my VK Group for some treats)))