Yesterday was my birthday. I am the kind of guy that doesn't make a big deal about birthdays anymore. There are a few birthdays over the course of one's life that really "matter" - 16, 18, 21, 30, 40, 50, etc. This year I turned 32. Not exactly over the hill, but not exactly young. I guess I just feel like I'm too old to be young and too young to be old. It's a weird place to be.
Anyway, a bunch of friends and I got together yesterday to celebrate "Tax Day" since my birthday and tax day fall on the same day (and because I refused to celebrate my brithday this year). I have to say it was a blast. Leave it to the patio crew to make me forget just how old I am. They are the best friends anyone could ask for. They love me even when I am unlovable. They accept my quirks and unique personality. They make me feel like I matter, even when I feel like I have nothing to offer in return.
Thanks a lot, guys! I really appreciate you!