I had my birthday recently, and I’m trying to cope with this 33 year old body. On my birthday, I was thinking, maybe I’m a "young" 33. However, after helping my buddy with his deck on Saturday and feeling it for three days later, I realized that I’m definitely an "old" 33.
Birthdays change a lot from when you’re a kid. When you’re a kid, birthdays are awesome – you get presents, you get older and a year closer to maturity, and everyone congratulates you on birthday and makes a big deal about it. When you’re an adult, you don’t really get presents, you get older and a year closer to death (sorry to be so morbid), and few people realize it’s your birthday, and when they remember, you mostly wish they wouldn’t remind you of how old you are.
So I was looking at my birthday as just another day, with really nothing planned at all. However, it turned out to be a pretty good day. It started out with Katie singing me "Happy Birthday" in the morning and just overall being really excited about my birthday. The biggest bonus was Becky called at 1pm to say she had just won a $600 gift certificate from Best Buy. I picked up the girls early from Day Care and took them to the library so we could hang out a little longer. Then when I got home they had some presents for me and later in the evening, I got calls from my brothers and had the time to have long conversations.
Every time Christmas or my birthday is approaching, I ask for something big and electronic as my gift. This immediately triggers Becky’s eyes to roll back and say "whatever". Well, this time it actually look like came true.
So really, I got everything I wanted- maybe this means I’m a kid again. Well, that thought will only last until the next time I have to lift something.
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