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Birthday Weekend

Over the past weekend, I celebrated my birthday - my last year saying I am closer to 45 than to 50.  It was a blast with activities that don't happen that often.  Had yummy biscuits and gravy in the morning, followed by visiting the American Dream waterpark and then Medieval Times.  Yes, those activities are more likely targeted to people that are either 4 or 7, not 47.  But it is a birthday and time to celebrate and not worry about social norms.

I continue to be blessed with a great family and friends.  Many kind wishes.  Intentionally, I removed my birthday from social media sources like Facebook and Instagram.  I somehow forgot to remove it from LinkedIn, so there were some nice messages there.  And then of course, text messages and phone calls and emails.  

I am truly humbled by the outreach from folks and feel really blessed.  Life is tough and hard right now and for people to remember it and take time out of there day - means a lot. I hope to do all these folks proud in my 47th year of life.  

And in case you were wondering, my knight - the Green Knight - did not win despite a valiant effort.

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