Vestiges of Birthdays Past

It's Mayee's birthday today. Driving around from the airport we saw places and remembered stuff we used to do. The thing with memory, everything's always pretty looking back. Well, not always, but often if you really want it to. There's something different these days. I'm not sure what I feel about it. But I'll make do. Dear Mayee, I hope you write stuff in your journal and then post them in your blog.