38

I don't remember the day I was born but I'm sure it was swell.

When I was 8 I had a party, I dove in front of the pinata and got cracked in the head.
When I was 25 I thought my life was over, I cried the day long and had never felt so old.
But now I'm cool, 38 is only as old as I want it to be. So today I will only think of sweetness and light and wine and red and unicorns and sunshine and butter and candy necklaces and I shall remember that I am me and I am here and life is good and I am blessed and we are full of love.