I talked to my mother this afternoon. Every year, I receive a call from her so she can tell me I was a beautiful baby. That is the best part about my birthday. I love my birthday. One of the epiphanies of middle age that I hold most dear is the realization of how important it is to embrace and enjoy one’s age. Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 55 years old. I am very thankful to be 55 years old. We are going to have a small dinner party to celebrate with a few of our friends.
After about my 28th birthday, I quit enjoying the celebration of my birth. I am wildly thankful that I started to embrace the celebration again after about my 45th birthday. I think some of it had to do with the fact that Lorena and I had kids. They were getting old enough to want to be older rather than enjoy their current age. That seemed like such a waste and it dawned on me that I should also enjoy my current age. The reality is that I am happier than ever. I LOVE the fact that I am 54 years old and will be 55 tomorrow. I think part of the reason for my change in attitude is that I want my kids to embrace their age, whatever it is!
Lorena loves it, too. Partially she loves it because I will be able to get that extra 10% discount for everything in the store on Tuesdays at Ross Dress for Less. Then there are all the senior discounts at the about a million restaurants. She also loves to go to parties and this is going to be a great one. Einstein died in April of 1955 and I just like to consider that maybe I was born as his replacement. Chevy was building great cars, although some would argue the best one came out a couple of years later. Disneyland opened in 1955. Elvis first appeared on television in 1955. The conservative National Review was started by William F. Buckley, Jr. in 1955. It was a great year.
It is great to have been born in 1955 and it is great to be 55 years old. And thanks Mom! I am glad to know that you STILL think that I was a beautiful baby.