Dearest Diary,
It has been said before that when one advances in years, remorse inevitably follows. I do not regret the thought of getting older. It is the lack of climax that one's celebration might often have. There are a few who were missing from such a celebration and perhaps that has something to do with the melancholy that has befallen me this evening. On the other hand, the day was not without cheer.
Like many Sundays, I began the day by attending the weekly services. And followed such an occasion with a small gathering of family at a local dining establishment. I very eagerly devoured the sort of meal that was served and we then retired to the Granada Estate for various cakes and chocolates. That is when the gift-giving began. I am delighted to have received a table and chairs appropriate for serving tea on the lawn, as well as some proper riding equipment for my pedal-horse. Mother painted a beautiful landscape much akin to the style that Mr. Monet employs and I have added it to my collection of fine art. Furthermore, I was presented with a new set of shelves for the many books I have acquired as well as some strawberries to add to my garden. I shall not be in want of such juicy refreshment as the summer approaches.
I received many well-wishes and letters by post regarding the occasion and for that I am very grateful. I am certain there is not one I do not appreciate.
But as celebrations draw to a close, I only wonder, what of tomorrow?....
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