I have been wondering lately, why do we celebrate birthdays in our older years? I understand when we are children, the day is like no other with all the excitement and fun, which included a scrumptious cake and homemade ice cream, which was no doubt made using a hand-cranked ice cream maker. And oh, the presents, the glorious presents and the anticipation to find out if our wish list would come true. On the other hand, I wonder if birthdays nowadays are worth it. All it means is we are getting older, just as fast as my mother said we would. I thought she was wrong, because as a kid, the time went slow until my next birthday. But now, the age number keeps getting bigger and bigger, faster and faster. I can’t help but ponder: Does my age define who I am? Doesn’t take me long to answer: Absolutely not! After all, it’s only a number. A while ago, I was watching a movie (I can’t recall which one!), but I do remember something that was said: “We are not defined by what we do, but who we are.” I think the same goes for our age. We are not defined by how old we are, but by who we are. Some days I feel quite old, but my brain still thinks young. I continue to be that child who can’t wait until her birthday and even better now, my birthday seems to roll around much quicker than the last one!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!!