Happy Birthday to Me

Birthdays are supposed to be remembered and cherished. On my 16th birthday, I drove to the mall by myself. On my 21st birthday… no idea. Probably at some bar watching a band. On my 30th and 40th birthdays… I do not recall anything special or memorable. Birthdays simply have never been a big deal for me.

When I was growing up, my family would have a nice dinner and a cake, my grandma would come over, and I’d get a card and a present or two. It was always a pretty low-key affair. I don’t recall ever having a birthday party with a bunch of friends at the house.

This birthday coming up is not a milestone or a round number. I don’t feel the actual age I’m turning. I guess I feel younger, but I’m wise enough to know I’m most certainly not younger, nor am I getting any younger.

To celebrate, we will get expensive pizza and key lime pie. I’m looking forward to watching a movie on Netflix and enjoying the evening.

Happy birthday to me.