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Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 39. I think of myself as being not really old, but certainly no longer a bone-headed youth (apologies to my non-boneheaded youth friends). Its like I've had a reeeeeeally long adolescence and now feel rather more like an adult (with plenty of reversion to childhood moments interspersed)
My birthday used to be a really big deal to me. Since Jane was born however, its not as important. I always used to wonder why my parents were so blah about their birthdays when it was such a huge deal for me. Now I understand.
Watching Jane grow up, watching her face as she opens her gifts, as she dives into her cake, as she sees Toy Story for the first time - what could compare? Everything else is kinda a letdown. :)
My birthday used to be a really big deal to me. Since Jane was born however, its not as important. I always used to wonder why my parents were so blah about their birthdays when it was such a huge deal for me. Now I understand.
Watching Jane grow up, watching her face as she opens her gifts, as she dives into her cake, as she sees Toy Story for the first time - what could compare? Everything else is kinda a letdown. :)