Ah! January!

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  January is my favorite month of the year. I get to celebrate my birthday on the 6th but when I was younger, we celebrated my Dad`s birthday on the 5th. We always had two cakes! There was no sharing. He made sure of it. He was brought up in the Depression and at Christmas time, his Mom would hold back a couple of his gifts so she would give them to him on his birthday. I understand why she did it, but he should have never had known it. So when I came along, he said that we were two different people and even though our birthdays are one after the other, we both deserve to be sung to alone AND have our own cake!  I have made sure that people in my life get a cake if they would not normally get one. Everyone deserves to get sung too and blow out some candles. Period!

   Then we celebrate our wedding anniversary on the 9th. We have been married 19 years this year. We have been in each others face since 1986, which is 26 years. Loving every moment of it. We do not really do anything on our wedding anniversary. No cards. No gifts. We do not even say Happy Anniversary! I lost Fred`s wedding ring and mine does not fit my fat finger anymore. Sometimes I think we should get a tattoo on the tops of our fingers that looks like a wedding ring. I wonder if he would go for that? That could be something we do for our 20th wedding anniversary.
 Then Fred`s birthday is on the 28th...the 29th? the 28th? I do not remember. Natalie and Fred have 28th and 29th as their birthdays and I can never keep them straight. They think I do not love them but it is just my faulty brain. I can remember obscure trivia but not when your birthday is. LOL

On my birthday, Fred and I have cake with the girls (cake lady),  go out to dinner and go to Foxwoods..unless it snows. Then we stay close to home but still go out to eat.  Then on his birthday we have cake (cake lady), I make whatever he wants for dinner, and we exchange small gifts. So all month long we celebrate. It is like January is OUR month. When we met, I was a 17 yr old that was failing all her classes her Junior year of high school. I was dealing with the death of my father and having to live with my Mother (dad was a buffer) and my awful sister and her husband. Fred was a 20 yr old, living in the projects with his large family, having days at the end of the month when there was no food, and working jobs that were not helping him get out of his situation. We were perfect for each other. We both rose the other person up and we are what we are. Chunky older people in love. This year I will be 43 and he will be 46.
Damn. We are old! Like getting close to AARP old. That is not cool. I want to go back when we were young.

I can keep on dreaming, I guess.