Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Today I turn 31. I forgot it was my birthday until my fiance reminded me with a cup of coffee and a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. 31 is not so exciting. To tell you the truth, I could take it or leave it. When I was little and one of my parents would have a birthday, we would always ask, "Mom how old are you?" She could never remember.
"I am 42 or 43?" Then she would scream across the house, "MIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKE, how old am I today?"
"43," my dad would holler back.
Then she would disagree and say , "No I'm 42."
I understand now why it really did not matter. After life and jobs and weddings and children, age takes the back burner and so do birthdays. Michael and I will celebrate tonight in Atlanta with friends. I have to remind myself to savor these "young" moments Michael and I are living today. I feel young today. I feel healthy. I am happy to be alive. And the phrase I have always lived by finally makes sense. Age is just a number. Today I turned 21!