When I was a kid, birthdays were a huge deal. I'm sure it was in your house, too.  

It was always something I looked forward to right after Christmas. I wasn't so concerned about the presents that come with a birthday, but I was definitely interested in the attention. I was the youngest child, and my older sister definitely got the lion's share of attention. It was mostly because she was a rebel back then, and had a wild streak.  I, meanwhile, was trying my best to be a goody goody. So, I knew that  my birthday would be the one day that was mine and mine alone.

And sure, some of them have been more remarkable than others. I think the last "big" birthday I had was when I turned 30. And I don't even remember what I did, if I did anything.  So now, here at 39, it just seems..... like not a big deal. It's not a significant milestone.  It's just... another Tuesday, I guess.  It's not like I'm going to be going out on a raging all nighter or something. Maybe we'll go out to dinner. I doubt I'll stay up any later than 8:00 p.m.

Does that make me a fuddy duddy? Do you and your family make a big deal about birthdays?

Birthdayingly yours,


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