It is my birthday today. I have realized having a birthday as an adult is so much different from being a kid.
Today I babysat the kids, went grocery shopping, did dishes, helped make supper, went to the bank, you know normal every day things. I bought myself stuff to make rootbeer floats for supper.
My husband bought me a gift, which I have yet to figure out, and he made a cake. So it is not like the day will go uncelebrated, just less special. I remember as a kid I basically celebrated the entire week, but definitely the day of my birthday I did nothing I didn’t want to. And I probably said “It’s my birthday!” twenty times.
That being said, I am another year older and wiser I suppose.