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A friend of mine recently posted this as his Facebook status,

Crazy how when you’re a kid ya can’t wait for your b’day, all you think about.. Mine just 10 days away and I wish it was 10 months away

I get excited about my birthday, I do. Anyone that really knows me, well, they just know. As you get older though, I feel like it loses its luster a bit. It’s not the big, huge fanfare it was say, twenty years ago. I was always fortunate as a kid, fortunate that my birthday always fell during summer break and I wasn’t subject to no book learnin’ on the best day of the year! I don’t remember a lot of my birthday parties, but I do remember one that stands out and I can remember like it was yesterday.

My sister (much wiser) took my girlfriends and I to see Batman at the drive-in when I turned 10 (yes, Batman is that old. I miss you Michael Keaton). Oh the drive-in! Those days are long-lost, as almost all of them are closed now (outdoor activity in the Northwest? ha), but it was the highlight of birthday parties. As I got older and became of *legal* drinking age, well they are mostly a blur. A blur of all blurs. Except when I turned 23. That was the summer of FUN. Oddly enough, it was a crazy night spent with my friend who penned the aforementioned Facebook status. Stories are still told about the events of that night, I doubt I’ll ever forget.

As I inch closer to the day I celebrate number thirty-three, I’m full of anticipation of spending time with my family and friends. I’m fortunate to have the friends that I do, old and new. As I settle into the mid-30’s I’m embracing new possibilities, whatever/whoever/however they may come.

Cheers!