These words so well describe what I felt on my birthday..
Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplating my blessings,
As the birthday nears.
Considering the special people
Who love me, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched my life
Just by being there.
Thinking about the memories
Passing years can never ram,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who I AM.
Another year is a happy gift,
So I cut the cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"
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