I’ve already done my reflections on age here , so no mushy sentimentalism about growing older will be found in this location today. Let me just say that 34 was a great year in many, many ways, and I hope 35 turns out to be its equal. It would be greedy of me to ask for it to be even better.
I love birthdays, even if this one did sneak up on me out of nowhere. Happy birthday to me!