A whole year!!

I am so excited. I have been 44 for ages,wishing I wasn't so old but getting ready to be 45. Next month. Very soon. Oh sweet joy, tonight I realised that I am only 43, a mere baby, spring chicken. I shall be 44 on my birthday which always goes by unremembered, so I might not even be 44 then. I might just be 43 another year because I missed this year.
I expect when I am very old I will know how old I am.
When you are 4, you know it and you tell everyone, you are proud of how old you are and it matters.
When you are 93 it suddenly becomes important again and it starts to be mentioned at every opportunity.
" would you like a cup of tea ?"
" Yes please dear because I am 93 you know."
When you are 43 or 44 it is so insignificant that you even forget yourself.
Marvellous.
All our birthdays are in July and August, except for Sophie's, which is typical because she has always been one to be different, hers is in march.
In July we have me 24th, Elijah 26th, Jordan 29th.
August is H. 9th, Isaac 10th, Seth 22nd and Dan 25th. These months pass in a blur of cake and wrapping paper. By September, when school starts again, we are ready, we are partied out and for me, at least, it would appear that I erase it all from my mind, even the number.
I feel younger today, well I am younger aren't I? This morning I was 44, looking 45 in the eye and now FORTY THREE, how cool is that?
Are you impressed with how easily I am pleased? How simple it is to lift me up and cheer me? I like it that such small things thrill me so.