I love birthdays.
You know how they say that when you get older, birthdays aren’t so exciting? I’ve never found that to be the case. Admittedly, I might change my mind in the future. But right now, I still love them.
I love waking up and knowing that it’s my birthday. I love opening presents (even when I already know what they are). I love the handmade cards Big Brother makes me. I love the feeling of being another year older, and another year further along in my goals. I love feeling like I can put the last year behind me, the good and the bad, and start with a clean slate.
(As a note, that’s also why I’ve always loved Mondays.)
It’s my birthday today, and I’m excited. I’m not going to tell you how old I am. But if you’d like to guess, I can give you a clue.
It’s a multiple of 12…
Oh, wait. That’s too easy. Okay, try this one instead:
It’s a multiple of 3.
Yeah, that should do it. Unlikely anyone will ever guess my age now!
Do you still look forward to your birthday? Do you like getting older and/or wiser, or do you dread it?