My birthday, today. 38 times, so far.
Breakfast at the bagel shop, a nice book and money for gifts, phone calls from parents and emails from friends. Kisses and hugs and songs. Maybe some cake later.
And, as it has been for the last seven years, a time to think of my stepbrother Jonathan, who died in the World Trade Center. I never met him, but I always cry a little bit thinking of him, and his wife and two young children.
I hope you all have a wonderful, beautiful day, in which you can find something to be grateful for and remind you to celebrate life.