It's happened again. My birthday was just a few days ago, which means I am officially one year older.
One of the things I think is so funny about this particular birthday, is I found myself having to do the math the other day to figure out just how many candles my husband will have to put on the cake this year.
Growing up I always thought it was funny when my mother couldn't remember just how old she was. But now I understand just why she would have that kind of trouble.
I think it's because I've found that as I get older the days, months and years just slip by. When I was growing up, I remember that the school year seemed to last forever and my three months of summer vacation seemed like a lifetime.
Now, it seems like the week just slips by with Monday quickly fading into Friday, and with January quickly becoming August.
I wish I was kidding when I say that for the past few months I've been making myself a year older than I really am. I swear that for the longest time I thought I was going to be celebrating my 28th birthday this year.
When I actually did the math, I was relieved to find out that I will only need 27 candles on the cake this year.
But having to figure out my actual age isn't the only challenge that has come with this year's birthday. I also had to field the dreaded, what do you want for your birthday question.
It doesn't matter what age I am, I always hate being asked that question. I never have a good answer. With so many other things going on in my life, there is no time for actually thinking about what I want for my birthday. I know this is a great disappointment to my family, but I just don't have an easy answer.
As another birthday drew near, the only thing I really wanted was a birthday cake.
And yes, it only had 27 candles on it.