After 32 years of my life, I find myself quizzing over all the messages and good wishes that I’ve gratefully been blessed with. What does a birthday mean? Does it always remain a long week of expecting and receiving? Or does one ever become old enough for people to not know “what you want” and that translates into gift vouchers, flowers or just warm hugs.
Getting out of the shower into brand new clothes – does that stop once you don’t have to carry a box of chocolates to school? Do you know you’re old when people stop pulling your cheeks after asking your age? Or stop asking your age altogether.
At what age does the excitement of getting out of bed, to greet the world, get replaced by feelings of wanting to lie under cover – forever!
Is it a sign when large parties of unknown faces morph into 6 close friends?
At what point in time do you stop snooping around your friends to make sure your surprise birthday party goes as planned. When does one of them not being around or forgetting to wish you no longer seem like a reason to kill.
Mom fussing over my birthday, is now embarrassing. The secret code between two people to ensure the cake arrives on time – is no longer a secret code. At what point does “Nothing” become an acceptable answer to “what do you want for your birthday?”
The pride that you feel in announcing that you are a day older today, when does that turn into a reminiscence of how you are actually a YEAR older today. When do plans of things you want to achieve when you grow up turn into just plans and then some more.
How old are you when you’re just happy to be healthy and alive? But you can never be old enough for your eyes to spark up brighter than a 100 candles when you see your cake.
Short answer as far as I'm concerned: NEVER, at no point does any of that become irrelevant! (Except for the surprise birthday parties - never been a fan of those, even as a kid.) And yes, I will kill if you forget my birthday :)
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