When I was in high school I was pretty serious about my birthday. I've never been a big "me first" or "look at me" girl, but I always kind of felt I had a right on my birthday. I guess a part of this seriousness manifested in a yearly count down, that I would begin a good two or three weeks before the big day.
Before my 21st birthday I remember Mona calling me in New York and leaving me a message. She said , "I haven't heard you counting down to your birthday this year, so I've been doing it for you."
This year we have a sticky note pad on the back of The Manor's front door. Every morning when I wake up, she makes sure I go and pull a sticky note off to reveal the new number of days left until my birthday.
Tomorrow I'll reveal note #12.
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