Today is my birthday.
Last year I couldn’t swallow and I was bald. I had to draw on my eyebrows and my eyelashes were gone.
This year I am going to my favorite restaurant with my beloved where I will eat their garlic frites without guilt and maybe even have dessert.
I will crunch up my curly hair after I shower and I will not mind one bit that there are a few white hairs among all the dark brown ones.
I will put on my makeup and I will not worry about the laugh lines at the corners of my eyes.
I am here.
That is everything.