Do you remember how, when you were a kid, your birthday was THE MOST MAGICAL DAY, EVER!!!!!!!!? The celebration of the day you were born was powerful enough to stop the rotation of the earth and make ice cream cakes fall from the sky. It wasn't just about the presents, either (although they were awesome). It was about some cosmic marker of time -- a critical acknowledgment of the evolution of self. Dude, why be 9 when you could be 10? Sadly, the day after your birthday just became the 364th day until your next birthday, but that's part of what made The Big Day so special. Magic can't happen everyday, but when it does...
I'm not a kid anymore, but I'm going to work on being this excited about my birthday again. See you guys Wednesday!