I can't remember exactly when my birthday wishes morphed into serious existential groans. As I watched one of our grandchildren blow out her candles and make her wish, I immediately voiced my own wish--that of a healthy pregnancy and no more loss in that area.
It would be fun to be nine again. Nineness is simple; no boy worries just yet, no real academic worries, no real personality worries, just simply being nine.
I'll try to focus on that simplicity as my thirty-third year slips away from me...
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