My first born child just turned 25. I can honestly say that my beliefs and outlook on life have changed very little since then. Life only gets better each day.
My 25 year old son is happily married to a woman we adore. When I turned 25 I was happily married to a man my parents adored. My 25 year old and his wife have great careers, have settled into suburbia and their lives together are just starting. When I was 25, we lived in an apartment, had great vision and took baby steps to achieve our goals. As I look at my Son's 25th....."Looks Like We Made It".
I am the biggest birthday person on earth. I have never understood why anyone would want to pass on celebrating their special day or be depressed about their age. I had so many dear friends who did not make it to middle age and, I'm sure, would gladly trade places with those of you who think a birthday signals doom.
I am the one who once carefully purchased a card for your special day and made sure it was in your hands precisely then. I then went on to design a card for your special day. I guess everyone appreciates them, but I have a group of "like family" friends who get these cards and I have never gotten one from them. Sure, they showed up when there was a party involved and their overlooking my day continues to piss me off. But, what can you do about family? Fortunately, my blood relatives...born to or married to always view a birthday as a special event.
Of course, these negligent friends will continue to get their cards as that is just what I do. As I have just completed my first Face book year my friends from every part of my life will get a birthday wish posted on their wall. That's just what I do.
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