BBQ rib roast dinner with shiraz, followed by a choice of raspberry or strawberry pie with vanilla ice cream.
A hummingbird doing its rounds at dusk sips nectar from pale pink fuschia blossoms.
Another birthday, another board game.
Birthdays are ephemeral, there is no way around it. In spite of all the documentation and attempts at shifting images into the drawers of long term memory they come and go with the ebb and flow of wishes, expectations, and a bittersweet sense of loss. Every birthday is an essential part of the the transformation of parent, child, friend, and family.
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