My birthday was a couple days ago. (I'm 27)
The night before my big day I tossed and turned all night long. I was full of nervous excited energy. At about 4:30am I thought to myself, "This is silly. I'm an adult. I'm not suppose to loose sleep over birthdays anymore." These thoughts didn't keep my from waking every thirty minutes until the alarm went off at 6:30. I think the sleeplessness was a combination of things. One, excitement for my birthday. Two, dread and panic and fear that it would turn be a lame one.
I arrived at work to find my cubicle decorated with streamers and balloons. There were several cards scattered around my keyboard. I smiled, feeling happy. The day turned out to be a good one. My coworkers took me to lunch, I received a steady stream of cards throughout the day, and after work my husband, Chad, and I went to dinner and a movie. We rarely do dinner and a movie at the same time. We ate spicy Cajun food and saw Pirates of the Caribbean. Both were a success. After the movie he gave me a card. It turns out he got the same card he gave me for Valentines Day! The only difference was the caption. I laughed at the irony. You see, I work as a designer at a greeting card company. I think about images, copy, art elements, and captions all day long. I was not mad. I chose to laugh at the coincidence. (One can hardly be mad about a card that has two adorable cats on the cover.)
To end the birthday date, Chad gave me a cigar. And not just any cigar.... a Cohiba. I love these. They are mild and smooth and yummy. We have been smoking cigars for about 2 years now. It is a fun hobby we enjoy together. I usually smoke the miniature ones while Chad goes for the Churchills. We smoke them on our porch, at the drive in, at our favorite coffeehouse/bar, or while camping. This birthday Cohiba that Chad got for me is a big one. It's a MAN cigar. I'm super excited about it. I told Chad as we went to sleep, "The only gift that would have been better than the cigar is if you had said, 'Let's have a baby!' " He smiled and sleepily mummbled something about getting me another cigar.
It was a good day.