Monday, September 26

Hey, it’s my birthday.  I am 52.  I took a pre-dawn jog under the stars then watched the sun come up with our Beagle, Hallie - after family prayers and taking my daughter to school.  Breakfast included figs from last night’s birthday dinner at Mom’s and the traditional Italian birthday cream cake she and my sister made.  Mom added the sprinkles despite her eye sight, she explained each sprinkle clump represented a different place I had lived or gone to school or worked.