Today ends my series on birthdays. I’ve covered birthdays for Wild Things (aka 11-year-old boys) and birthdays for giggly 14-year-old girls…and now will conclude with what happens when you get OLD and are three feet away from the grave. (Since it’s “Plan your Epitaph Day”…it’s fitting).
From your 1st birthday on…you’re on your way to getting OLD. When you’re YOUNG, birthdays are magical. The world cares that you have grown another year older and nice people (like your Mom) honor you with a beautiful cake and presents and a bunch of other hullabaloo. My mom made the coolest cakes for me as I toiled to grow OLDER each year. Continue reading