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In honor of, well, me, here I am at 6.  What do I remember about being 6?  Well, I think life was pretty good.  I was in kindergarten and I loved my teacher.  That year, our school burned down and we went on a strange “double shift” program where half the kids in the school went to class super early and half went super late.  I think we were the super early kids.  My mom’s journal (from when she was 36!) seems to say that we were often very tired.

We had chickens who moved into “the shed” which had been our temporary home while we were building the house.  That shed was about 15 by 10ft and slept our whole family of 5 for about 6-8 months.  That was one of the most fun summers of my life!  Our real house wasn’t done of course, but if you know my family now, you know that this is nothing new.

When I was 6, I had a dog named Thorn.  Most of our dogs were named after characters from “Lord of the Rings” series, although I didn’t actually read those until the third grade, at which time I did not understand them.  Our most beloved dog was Bilbo.  Frodo was a short time for this world, as I remember.

When I was 6, my eyes were finally checked and my parents discovered that I needed glasses.  The mystery of the crossed eyes was solved!  I have a lazy eye that just gives out when it is tired.  To this day, I put on glasses whenever I want the world to sharpen up or give me a break.  Luckily, I am far-sighted, so with the natural process of aging making most people more near-sighted, I am steadily moving towards having BETTER eyesight.

When I was six, I loved a boy named Ryan Burr, sang to chickens, thought my doll Tina was really alive, and got in trouble regularly for the art projects I would make out of my parents’ materials.  Usually I chose something expensive like a chunk of exotic wood or a piece from the CENTER of a kimono.

Now I am 36 and the world is pretty good to me.  This morning my husband dragged himself out of bed at 6am to make me cinnamon rolls.  They are truly the best in the world.  Then he let me sleep in until 8:40, which is truly amazing.  I have a 2 month old, a 2 and 1/2 year old, and a 5 year old (almost 6!).  They are fantastic, creative, sweet kids, and I am only lucky to have them.  Gratitude abounds.

Now I am off to the market to get some lamb and stuff for Greek food.  I love anything that has “feta” as a primary ingredient.  It is going to be delicious.

Happy Birthday to me.  I hope my birthday is good to you.

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