She had everyone arrive at about 7:45. They were supposed to arrive at around 8:00, but you know how that goes. They got there around 8:45 and then fun began. El, per the usual, thought of everything, including a pinata stuffed with little plastic bottles full of liquor.
It got me to thinking about birthdays. They really are so great, aren't they? I mean, what a fantastic idea - to celebrate your birth. Your entrance into this world. It's like a celebration of how happy everyone is that the birthday boy/girl was born and is a part of your life.
This is why I don't understand people that don't like birthdays. Charlie is friends with a Jehovah's Witness in Florida and found out that they do not celebrate holidays. Of any kind. No birthdays, no nothing. That is awful. Why can I not be thankful for Max's or Ellen's or Charlie's presence in my life? They have all played a role in shaping who I am today and who I continue to become, as do all of my friends and family. That is something to be celebrated, if you ask me.
So, as my half birthday nears, I realize that I will soon join Max at 30 (I mean, not that soon, another year and a half, but it seems soon). I don't know how I will feel about being 30, but I do know that I will welcome the day in the company of those that I love and with lots of kind words and well wishes from those that I love and can't be with me. Birthdays are the best:)
"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
- Abraham Lincoln