Happy Birthday, Ned Andrew!

Some folks really struggle with birthdays. They complain about how old* they are, beg out of celebrations, and dread that day on the calendar.

I suppose if you really believe that there is some advantage to being young** then I can almost see your point.

But I really love birthdays. I get to celebrate someone I love. I get to wax nostalgic about all the years I have known them. I get cake.

What's not to like?

I especially enjoy Ned Andrew's birthdays. We get to laugh and play and go to craft fairs*** and the only difference a year makes is that I love him all the more.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy!

* Old? It is relative, I suppose, but the folks who seem to complain the loudest are the furthest from 113. When I turn 113, I'll talk about being really old.

** Young? Sure, my body might have been a little more limber a few years ago, but my mind was pretty rigid. ::shrug::

***The TACA Festival falls the first weekend of May in celebration of Ned's big day.