Tapestry

When I was a kid I never believed that anyone else shared my birthday with me. In fact, no one that I have ever met was born on October 3rd - in any year.

Yet in my core group of friends two people shared a birthday on the same day in March and two shared a birthday on the same day in September. So, for years I always thought "October 3rd is MY day."

I think that part of me still believes it.

It's MY day.

Yet, here I am, on my self-proclaimed day, blowing 43 candles off of the metaphysical birthday cake and I am not alone. Already well wishers have assaulted (or drooled on*) my e-mail. One message came in at 12:01AM. Others came between six and seven in the morning. I have been blogged about, superpoked, and had people write on my Facebook Wall. I have lunch plans in Sudbury and dinner plans in Cohasset. Today will be a good day.

I am so very fortunate to be surrounded by people who include me as a part of their lives. Reaching 43 years young is a gift when I consider all of the friends and loved ones in my life who consider me at all.

It's my day because of all of you who share it with me and who have made it so. You are all the threads that combine to create the rich tapestry of my life.

So here's to all of you - for being a part of me.

*see comment #1