Birthdays, especially in busy times of the year, can sometimes slip past without too much notice. But I think one of the reasons God gives us birthdays is to give families a good excuse to have a fun evening together.
a fun birthday cake (with plates and napkins, of course, to match the theme or colors; ours were black and red lady bug plates),
a present or two,
and some friends to make it extra fun. A birthday party was the perfect opportunity to include some Saudi Arabian English students in an American cultural experience. They gave the present of choice this year: a little white puppy in a pink purse that the Birthday Girl carried around all evening and eventually took it along to bed for the night.
I think there must be about three painful stages of aging:
There are, of course, the legitimate physical aches and pains of being old;
which are preceded by the intermediate years of forgetting how old you are and when you do remember your age, there's a twinge of pain to realize you're hitting numbers you can remember your parents being;
but they all begin with the baby pains of learning to show on uncooperative fingers the age you just turned. Our treasure is in that stage:
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| Learning to show 2 with the fingers |
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| This is hard! |
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