My sister was born on the first of this month. My brother on the fourth. I came on the seventh, and somehow growing up, I never tired of the cake. Of course, there was a lot of leftover cake from time to time. But we seemed to manage.
Happy birthday to my sister and brother. One older than me, one younger. Both very special to me.
And thank you to Mom and Dad. How on earth you managed three birthday parties in the same week for all those years is beyond me now that I am a parent myself!