The Phenom is not a fan of birthdays. Something about the human (masculine) fear of the march towards the grave, I think. I, on the other hand, have been a fan of birthdays. I like every one's birthday. I like the human notion of celebrating the fact you exist. I use to like my birthday, until it was forever associated with betrayal.
But, today is Phenom's birthday. And, even though Phenom isn't exactly going around saying "it's my birthday" . . . I couldn't let it pass without some recognition. And, I'm pleased to see that others felt the same way. His work mates had a rich and chocolaty cake and a very clever card. Another friend delivered homemade cookies made from her mother's recipe which was always a favorite of the Phenom's.
I went and picked up food from Phenom's favorite restaurant. Gifts and cards were opened. And, I do believe that as birthdays go, Phenom had a good one. Which makes me happy. Because I do love the Phenom.
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