So, um yeah, today is my date of birth.
It’s gotten to the point that I don’t keep track anymore, and didn’t even realize it was coming, except for family and friends reminding me starting a couple of weeks ago.
I remember being incredibly excited about birthdays when I was a wee one… then again, aren’t we all? The toys, the cake, the ice cream, the balloons! We are one year older, and we’re getting closer to being a “big kid”! We can’t wait to get older every single year…
…Then we hit a threshold of some sort, where the confetti and balloons fade away, and the birthdays seem to come too fast. Where did the time go?