Tomorrow is my birthday and I’m not sure how I feel about it this year. I really like birthdays. Mine, other peoples, doesn’t matter. I like celebrating something and spoiling my friends on their special day. I also feel that they should be celebrated with gusto. (See my 20th birthday lasting a full 4 weeks and the karaoke party I hosted for myself with baloons and cupcakes for my 30th just to name a couple.)
This year is different though, because tonight, Daddy-O and I will get in the car and drive to the Army base where tomorrow morning at the ass crack of dawn, we’ll say goodbye to my brother as he departs for Afghanistan.
To say that this isn’t really how I’d like to spend the morning of my birthday would be an understatement.
How would I? This would be nice!
As I’m one who perpetually tries to find the good in life, I can say that while we won’t get to share a birthday margarita this year, I’ll likely get a hug from my little brother on my birthday which, with our schedules rarely meshing these last few years, is a lot.