A year ago today (actually yesterday - it's after midnight as I write this), the only person (aside from David) who wished me a happy birthday in person was the guy at the Beverly Hills Library who was astute enough to notice that the day I was joining this fine facility of the borrowed book, happened to be the same day I came into this world. Close to three months early (I am VERY impatient). This year, in addition to the wonderful roses, brioche, e-cards, sweet emails and phone calls from near and far, I had a wonderful lunch with people I can't believe I didn't know a year ago, and then dinner and drinks with some extra special people that I am pretty sure will be in my life for a very long time. Dinner reservations at a surprise destination this weekend when my beau can celebrate with me fully. Birthday week is on!