I never would have expected everyone to get this excited on my birthday. It was heart-warming to see my husband respond so enthusiastically on my celebration of 49 years. He and our two kids were on their feet, clapping and cheering.
We always have a ball on my birthday. A big, orange one. That’s what I get for being born during the ACC Tournament.
Just before spring, when the three men who live at my house start talking about the big dance, they don’t mean cotillion. It’s March Madness.
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