We've celebrated my brother's birthday today. Actually, his real birthday is on Saint Patrick's Day, but this was the first day we could actually get everyone together to celebrate. Joe is now twenty-seven years old. It's funny to think that when I was saved, I was twenty-seven years old. This October, I will be thirty.
When I think back on my previous twenty-nine birthdays, only two really stand out. On my last birthday, I actually went to a party that was originally an unrelated get-together with some friends. When I told them it was going to be on my birthday, the party evolved into a birthday party. That's really the first time I'd had a party like that. The other birthday that stands out was either my sixth or seventh birthday, which my mom held at McDonald's. I don't know if they still do this, but there was a time when McDonald's would arrange and throw a party in a particular location for you, complete with cake. I had to have been my sixth or eventhubs birthday because I was still going to a Christian school at the time, and they were the only kids I knew and with whom I was friends, apart from our neighbors at the time.
This Tuesday is my dad's birthday. He turns sixty-three, as will Mom in October. He doesn't make a big deal of his own birthday. His only plan is to take the day off and go to a movie with Mom. Whatever they decide to do, I'll probably be at work when they do it. I'm not sure what I'd get him part from being some kind of gift card. To where, I'm not sure. At least I have a little time to think.
Incidentally, until about six or so years ago, the most famous person with I shared a brith date (October 25) was Marion Ross, who played Mrs. Cunningham on Happy Days. These days, it's Katy Perry
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