Actually, my 27-month "birthday" was yesterday. Or maybe if we factor in leap year it was two days ago. Good thing I have clinical evidence of a brain!
I'm not a numerologist, but it's kind of fun to realize that I am now thirteen months beyond the best-case median survival point, and I am finally remembering and writing about it on the thirteenth of the month...which also happens to be my son's birthday. He celebrates birthday #7, which many consider to be a lucky number.
We are lucky. We are blessed.
We'll definitely eat cake!