This post was written by my wife, T Turk.
My birthday has always been a day of mixed emotions. If you’ve been following Aaron’s blog for some time, you know that I am adopted. Being adopted means that I end up having conflicting feelings about my birthday. It has always been a great day where my loved ones celebrate me and, come on, who doesn’t love that? As a child, I would wake up on my birthday morning to a house filled with balloons and neatly wrapped presents stacked against the fireplace. I would get an early morning birthday phone call from my Papa (my mom’s dad), a fun-filled day packed with activities, a birthday dinner with friends and family and, to top it all off, I would get a giant chocolate cake filled with chocolate pudding, fresh whipped cream and strawberries (and in more recent years a Brooklyn Blackout Cake). Continue reading “Fading Memories”
