Well it’s totally my birthday. Can you believe it, I’m 27. 27 sounds A LOT older than 26. 26 is like, “mid-twenties” but 27 is basically your “late twenties.” I might as well be 30. And if I’m 30 I might as well be dead. JUST KIDDING! I really don’t think 27 is that old. But I do feel like more of an adult. Especially because now I’m older than most of the biggest movie stars and players on the Jazz. And isn’t that the way we should all gauge our age?
I usually make a big deal out of my birthday. I love to throw myself a party and tell everyone exactly what I’d like. This way I’m never disappointed. I think birthdays are a big deal, but I also think you shouldn’t be a birthday martyr. If you want something or except something TELL PEOPLE. I think it’s so silly when wives get upset about what their husband didn’t do for a special occasion. God gave us better verbal skills for a reason! USE THEM!
But this year, as you may have noticed, I’ve been preoccupied with something more important than my birthday! So I’ve barely thought about it. But I’d figure I’d tell all of you on my blog so you can wish me a happy birthday. See, I’m practicing what I preach, I’m telling you exactly what will make me feel special.
Something else that made me feel special is Ginger’s first documented awake smile. It was pretty thrilling, and those of you who have tried know how hard it can be to get those first fleeting smiles on film. Yesterday Ginger gave me an early birthday gift with this!