This past week I had my 29th birthday.  There was cake…a few sips of wine.  A fairly mellow day.  Our son will most likely have his birthday 2 weeks after his mommy, for the rest of his life.  It’s a strange thing to think about!  My mom’s birthday falls exactly 3 days after mine, which makes me wonder how she spent it back in 1979, when I was infantile and new, crying and pooping.