Milestone birthdays are supposed to be remembered and cherished. On my 16th birthday I drove to the mall by myself. On my 21st birthday… no idea. Probably at some bar watching a band. On my 30th and 40th birthdays… I do not recall anything special or memorable. Birthdays simply have never been a big deal for me.
When I was growing up my family would have a nice dinner, a cake, my grandma would come over, and I’d have a card and a present or two. It was always a pretty low key affair. I don’t recall once ever having a birthday party with a bunch of friends at the house.
Today, however, is a milestone. I want to remember it. I want to cherish it. Yes, I turn 50 today. I don’t feel 50. I guess I feel younger, but I’m wise enough to know I’m most certainly not younger nor am I getting any younger.
I woke up to Happy 50th Birthday decorations that my wife and step-daughter hung up around the house. It was a pleasant surprise and one I really appreciated. Tonight we meet my parents for a birthday dinner at an Italian restaurant. I’m looking forward to getting together and enjoying the evening.
Simple and low key.