To Be Remembered

I don't know why but attention really kills me--I think that's why sometimes birthdays can be uncomfortable. I think it's the attention--I'd DIE if someone arranged a happy birthday rendition in a restaurant, for example.

This past weekend Ry and I were talking about the kind of wedding I'd want. The older I get, the simpler I'd like it. Essentially my immediate family and her. Ry said she and another friend of hers refers to this closest circle of associates as "Tier 1" friends.

I decided my favoritest kind of birthdays is simply to be remembered by my Tier 1's.

And I'm so grateful it was. From family and loved-ones near and far, Kakao messages with cake and candles, Messengers, Polos, Facetimes, texts, gifts, and birthday dinners and decor--thank you all!

Here's to #32 and accomplishing my physical health goals!


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