This day is just like any other usual day.
Except that it marks my 35th year of traveling around the sun…
I remember, it was exactly last year that we have confirmed, with the help of two preggy kits, that there was a passenger hitchhiking inside me.
The passenger has disembarked.
On behalf of Tristan and Hubby, I greet myself a happy birthday… and good luck as I am another year closer to dying.