Last night was my friend Amanda’s annual birthday but not actually on her birthday get together. Spending the evening with friends and food was great. But the very best part of her birthday celebration is the fact that her birthday is just one day before my birthday. Our birthdays are still a few weeks away but the anticipation is already starting to get to me. I’ve already had a whole post dedicated to my love of my birthday, specifically birthday presents. But during that post I was still on strong pain medicine, and I don’t think I made myself very clear.
I love my birthday. My earliest birthday memory is of my mom and dad taking me to the PX (the military versions of a mall… not sure if that’s common knowledge) and telling me I can spend $100 on whatever I wanted. So, we walked through aisles of toys and finally I found a beautiful Barbie doll and asked, “Do we have enough?” My parents took the doll and examined it for ten minutes before finally telling me they’d be willing to make up the difference but I’d have to help take out the recycling. It was a great day. Not only did I learn that little Sagan had no concept of money, but I got an awesome toy and I liked helping so the day was great.
Anyway, my birthday gets to be the one time of the year that is my day. I get to be the center of attention. And presents… beautiful presents.
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