It's my birthday on the 27th. That would be next Saturday.

Yep, my birthday falls on a Saturday. How lucky am I?! You're probably thinking, well then you must have a crazzzzy birthday bash planned since your birthday is on a weekend!

And a few years ago, I probably would have. But not this year. When I was a kid I used to LOVE my birthdays, they were the best part of the entire year. I'd do a countdown, months in advance. I'd pick out my birthday present in the store months before it was my birthday. I'd remind my parents each day in January that their life was made fuller and better on February 27th, 19__.... well I'll leave that part blank. I never understood why when it came to my mom or dad's birthday, they weren't excited. My parents would say "when you get older, birthdays aren't a big deal". I think this is the year that it's finally starting to sink in.

Sure, I'm excited for all of the birthday attention... I'm excited my family will be gathering in Thornhill to see me on my birthday and my mom will make my favourite meal (it's a tradition in my family, my brother, sister and I each have a birthday dinner where my mom makes our favourite meal) and I get to have a DQ ice cream cake that I will devour mostly myself...  but I haven't planned a party really.

My best friend Lara who has been pretty much a part of my family  for as long as I can remember will be at my birthday dinner, but I really don't have anything planned for the Saturday night. Sure, I could send out a facebook invitation to all of my friends and have a big hooplah for my birthday, but for some reason, I just don't feel like it. It seems as though this year just seeing my family and close friends feels like enough.

Wow, I guess I really AM getting older. I better start increasing my intake of fibre and calcium pills!