Let me first apologize for the crude detail in these pictures but I can’t seem to get my scanner to work.
As I get older I find myself getting more and more nostalgic. Every birthday as a young child my parents would prop me up on the table next to my birthday cake and take a picture. These are the first 5 years of my life in such ceremonial form.
I’m not going to go into too much reflection, I’ll leave that for when I turn the big 3-0, but I do want to touch upon a few things.
When I was little my birthday was all about presents, a big party, and as many friends that would fit in my parents living room. When I was in college my birthday was all about going out to a bar and getting drunk with lots of friends. The last few years my birthday has been all about loosing myself in conversation with those few really close friends I have in my life. Today I heard friendly voices on my voicemail singing off tune birthday melodies. Read well wishes on cards, emails, text messages, and message boards. A student bought me an ice cream cookie sandwich, another a king size Snickers bar. A coworker bought me a cup of coffee. My department threw me a party. It was a pretty nice day overall.
To all of those who reached out and showed me love today I am eternally grateful to you for remembering me today.
