On Getting Old

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Nineteen years ago, a baby was born and she was to be named Therese. The Roman Catholic Church celebrates the feast of Saint Therese that day when her mother was having her labor in a small clinic. Her father was rather fierce. He wants all his children's name to start with the letter J, like his beloved wife's name, Juliet. And so the baby was named Jacqueline. Not Therese, not even a second name.

Nineteen years of existence. That is something to be thankful for. And then again it seems too fast. I don't want to rush. I want to slow down and savor every day of my adventure, every day of my existence.

To all those who have been with me in my 19th year here on earth, here's a butterbeer. Cheers to y'all! Thank you thank you thank you. Jackie loves you!