I'm 27 on the 27th. As a kid, my golden birthday always seemed light-years away. "I have to wait until I'm sooo old to celebrate my golden birthday!" I used to say.
Now that it's here it's a little different than I imagined. For one, it's not as big a deal as I had imagined. Gold doesn't shower down from the skies all day long with people bursting into song and dance every time I pass by. I don't think that's quite how I envisioned it when I was little, but you know how kids can be. Now, I would be ecstatic just to get in a nap by the end of the day.
Secondly, I don't feel as old as I thought I would. Although my 10th grade students at religious education confirmed that I was correct to think that I would be "old" on my 27th birthday - or that I would at least seem that way:
"You're only 27!??" "Wow! I thought you were in your 30s"
Thank you.
"What? You look old."
Of course, I assume that they meant I seem old. I can still recall being a teenager and thinking that anyone who was married was old - throw a couple of kids in the mix and they're ancient.
1 comment:
that's hilarious! happy birthday a few days late. Hope it was a great one!
How are y'all? Surviving the cold? We're doing well.....my belly's getting big with little Dominic inside. :) The kids love playing outside and i love it that they can in the "Dead of winter". :)
Hugs all around. We miss y'all tons!
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