What I want on my birthday (swunked from sartorias - never let a good idea go to waste)

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So, tomorrow I turn 46.

Here is my wish, for anyone dropping by, who has a few extra seconds: you share with me some special memory. This was sartorias' suggestion, which I cannot improve upon: I know how busy people are. It doesn't have to be long. One good thing about having a brain wired for image is that the briefest reference to, say, "The day i saw a triple rainbow" brings immediately to mind the day when I was ten that I saw a triple rainbow. There I am on my bike, riding downhill as fast as I can because the biggest rainbow ends, so clearly, right where Linda C lives, at the bottom of the hill below school, where two streets converge...the light is silvery-gray, and smells of wet pavement and grass, there are three levels of clouds and all of them ragged. How I loved the magic of that day--even if the end of the rainbow kept moving. But somehow it was better to never find the end.

And incidentally: happy birthday to bdunbar and to the lovely purple_mirie!

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Happy Birthday.

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:)

I remember the first time I held my two sons, Nicholas and Christopher. They were a month old and they were pink and still had that "new baby" smell. They're little puffy eyes stayed closed, but their furrowed brows showed they were being bombarded by all sorts of new sensory stimuli. And they both grabbed my fingers as hard as they could, as if trying to keep me close by. I always think it's funny that their first image of me wasn't really an image but a smell and a tactile sensation.

Re: Happy Birthday.

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My God, that's sweet. Thank you.