I like birthdays. Really, I do. There’s chocolate and cake and presents and a party with the people you care about and even more chocolate. And when we’re being honest, aging. I like all these things.
Yes, I just publicly said I like aging. Just as many have noted before, aging beats the alternative. So I don’t mind getting older. Yes, I wish aging wasn’t so noisy when bending down and such things, but I don’t mind the changing hair color and crow’s feet. Because at least I have hair, right? Again, it beats the alternative.
And when birthdays come around, I love having parties and seeing the folks I got to have another 365 days to cherish. Because if I’m being truthful, that is what a birthday celebration is actually for — celebrating the opportunity to have had all those days with the people who matter to you. Not what might be given to you in a box with a pretty bow on top.