Yay, it’s my birthday

I remember when I was younger, my birthday was this magical day on the calendar. I could have and do anything that I wanted. I would often get a party on the day of my birthday, then would have another party the following weekend where all of my friends would come over and spend the night at my house. I was asked what I wanted for dinner, I was asked what I wanted to do, what movie I wanted to watch… it was my freshman year of college when I learned that the magic of my birthday had died.

The first semester of my freshman year was the 2nd most difficult semester of my college career. I was taking nothing but weed-out courses and they were taking its toll. My birthday fell on the Sunday before finals week that year. I hadn’t gone home that weekend, so there were no celebrations there. My roommate didn’t have finals until the middle of the week so he wasn’t coming back for a few days. I didn’t have a solid group of friends yet and I tend to like solitude anyway. Sure I received phone calls from friends and family, but for the most part I spent that day alone. I think that was my first of many ‘whoa, I’m an adult now’ moments.

Now don’t get me wrong, my friends and family do make this day special for me every year. My beautiful and wonderful wife gets so excited on my birthday that I don’t think I’ve ever received a gift on my birthday; she can’t stand it and gives me my gift the night before. She makes me special dinners and deserts and prevents me from doing any work around the house. I look forward to it still, but for different reasons that I used to.  Mainly, I love the fact that my wife is more excited about my birthday than I am.

I’m all for special days, I just don’t like those special days to focus on me.

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