So today is my Birthday! Birthdays have never been a particularly big deal in my family. In fact, unless it's a 'big year' quite frankly we're terrible at them...forgotten cards, late presents, limited celebrations. It was therefore surprising to me that as this year's marker approached, rather than indifference to it, I felt actively dismissive of it - all tinged with a strong note of sadness. What on earth?!
I had to wonder, why?
Of course I miss my family, but no less on this day than any other. A large family celebration isn't the norm anyway, so there's no loss of tradition to mourn. Graham is actually at home this year and friends are around, so what on earth has been making me so repellent to the day? Then I realised, this year is my 28th birthday. Before the older and wiser of you tut about my ungracious youthfulness, I should clarify that the age wasn't the issue, it was the significance of the number.