And in every other month of the year. 🙂
I wrote this yesterday.
I was born on a week day – before 8 am. My mom’s dr told her early in her pregnancy that I would be born during the first week of August. I was born on the first. Always prompt this one. I had Physical Therapy today, and had a lovely butter toffee flavored frappe. I spoke to an old friend, and was serenaded by another. And I am SO happy to be alive…even in this time.
I’m so happy and lucky to be alive right now….maybe this one is a Hamilton reference.
Days of MEaning 