My mom FedExes a red velvet cake she makes from scratch to me every birthday.
Most of us can remember a time when a birthday — especially if it was one's own — brightened the world as if a second sun had risen
Most, us, can, remember, time, when, birthday, own, brightened
It takes a long time to become young.
growing old, Age
I intend to live forever. So far, so good.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time, then two years later you'll be like, "There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?"
I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.
It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm."
To my surprise, my 70s are nicer than my 60s and my 60s my 50s, and I wouldn't wish my teens and 20s on my enemies.
In 1993 my birthday present was a star on Hollywood's Walk of Fame.
To me, old age is always ten years older than I am.
Age, growing old, me, old, fifteen, years, older