Ruth and I have the same birthday. Really, May 23, though I was born in 1954 and she in 1959.
That certainly was a big talking point when we met. Some might see it as fate.

At any rate, her birthday (and mine) is coming up on Saturday. Being as I am unemployed at the moment, and being too she would like to see me writing again, I've decided to resurrect an old story idea and make it into a kid's book manuscript for her.

I've got some stanzas I scribbled out, and I'm going to let them percolate for a day, but by Saturday I hope to have 12 spreads, 400 words of possible kid's literature for my sweetheart of 27 years.