My birthday was yesterday. It was the best birthday ever. I remember when I thought that 17 was be the coolest age. My dad was right; I think each year has and will just keep getting better. That eases the anxiety of “aging,” though that time when I anticipated 17 with all my heart and thought that 20 was too distant to imagine seems not very long ago. I’ll not fear the passing of time, though. I’d rather savor it–like we savored this Devil’s Food White-Out Cake!