Love When It Happens
Ξ June 30th, 2009 | → 13 Comments | ∇ birthdays |
I have always been a huge fan of my birthday. While I know many people who try to ignore theirs, who don’t want to admit to getting older, I have never been among their ranks. Quite the contrary, I celebrate the miracle that is me surviving another trip around the sun. Seriously, there is no real reason why I am alive other than I am truly blessed or lucky.
Which means I love my birthday. Back in the day I would celebrate the entire month, then I got it down to the week before and the week after. Lately I have been trying to only celebrate the weekend, but my birthday is July 5th and it is so difficult when the day before your birthday is a holiday because, helllllo, built in party.
This year my day falls on a Sunday. (Since Independence Day is a Saturday, we are closed on Friday the 3rd…woot!) I was emailing or IM’ing with a friend and telling him how happy I am to have a long weekend to celebrate my birthday and he said him as well. The more we discussed our plans the more it became obvious…we both were born on July 5th. How fucking cool is that? No wonder we were instantly close friends when we met a few months ago. (Him in 1966, me in 1971.)
Reminded me of a day when I worked at the bank…maybe back in 1995 or so…and was talking with one of my favorite co-workers. He mentioned that his birthday was July 5th and I excitedly said, “Mine, too!”
My coworker looked at me in disbelief and gave me a stern, “Who told you to say that?”
“My mother.”
