Today, being the first Tuesday of the month, was a celebration of this month's birthdays. It amuses me how the circle of life works. As kids, we are so excited to tell our ages: "I am six 3/4 years old!" We're so excited to be adults at "18 years old" and "21 years old". Then, I've noticed, as people start reaching their 30s, they start being more vague about their age: "I'm in my 30s." They might even be embarrassed by their age and not want to share how many years they've been alive. The years pass and then we get older. Then, our age starts to become important again, a badge of honor. If you ask most of the residents their ages, they are proud to say "I am 94 years old!" After all, each year they "make it" to another birthday, it's quite an accomplishment. And many, especially the ones in their 100s, wear their ages like a badge of honor. In all honestly, it is a badge of honor and I love seeing the beams on their faces when they are recognized for it being their birthday. After all, you're never too old for cake and balloons!
For the record, I am 23 years and 1 month old. Give me another 60 years, and I'll start being very proud of this accomplishment of making it towards another birthday!
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