Twenty and six

I turned twenty-six today, and for some reason it felt much like any other day. Maybe it's because I worked more than I usually do from the hours of nine to five. Twenty-six makes me realize that [most] birthdays will no longer be milestone-esqe. Certainly they will allow for the occasion to enjoy the company of friends and a belly full of good food, but the numbers don't mean as much. What did matter to me was the well wishes of those that care about me. A good friend of mine told me "happy birthday", ten or so times, and I appreciated it each time. This is my first Facebook birthday, and it was certainly fun to get all sorts of messages from my Facebook friends, even if the only way they know my birthday is from an online networking site reminding them of it. I received one voicemail of a duet rendition of the song "happy birthday," it was quite marvelous. I guess the realization I'm coming to is that from now on birthdays, for me, may be less about what I get or how old I become, and more about who shares in the joy that I was indeed born on that day in July some years ago. And I'm quite alright with that. As for the obligatory thoughts on the past year, I feel that my post from the twenty-eighth of May will suffice. Life has been hard, weird, good, fun, and at times, mundane. But these times, they are a changin', aren't they? I'll have to tell you all about that at a later time. As for now, I just want to thank you for all your kindness and love on this twenty-sixth birthday of mine. you have my love.