Today's my birthday. It's also my father's birthday so it was always a very big deal. I'm 54 and dad is 83, in wonderful health. It's my first birthday since my stroke. I was feeling a little down this morning but pushed myself to make it a good day. On my side is the weather, cold but sunny, and a wonderful friend who took me to lunch and made me laugh. My husband called me throughout the day

as well as my daughter. I haven't heard from my son (21 in college) but I'm not surprised and it's okay with me.

I'm not the person I was but I realize the very lucky person I am.

It's a very happy birthday!