On this very day some years ago, something happened for which I am deeply grateful.
My Honey was born.
At least we think she was. A few years ago, she tried to file her taxes online and the IRS rejected the filing. When she called to find out why, they told her that her birthday was November 13th, not November 15th. Being the investigative type, she called her mother. “Did you check you birth certificate?” When Honey pushed the issue, her mother said she was “pretty sure” that she had, in fact, been born on the 15th.
Ever since we’ve celebrated Honey’s “social security birthday” and her “real birthday.” Today is the latter.
I wasn’t even in the world when this great day happened. But when good days happen, they happen. And this particular November 15th (maybe the 13th) was a good day, indeed.

So, Happy birthday, sweet Honey of mine. Thanks for being born.
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