Yesterday was my daughter’s birthday. She 23. She is my baby, she is highly talented, snarky, intelligent, and strong-willed and I must say, I wouldn’t have her any other way. We have raised her to be an independent, strong woman. And she loves chocolate.
Today is my son’s birthday. He is 25. And he reminds me, it’s a huge celebration because it’s 420….the celebration of smoking marijuana. I just roll my eyes. He is funny, a master-minded overthinker, and walks that 6 foot 4 inch bean pole frame of his like he has only seconds to get where he needs to be and I wouldn’t change a thing. He loves anything that contains sugar. Red Velvet, his favorite.
420. Right. I’d rather have a martini.
Why do we celebrate, what we call, “birthdays”? Shouldn’t it be, rather an anniversary of one’s birth?
I am reminded every birthday how I am not getting any younger. And I am reminded every birthday that I cannot eat cake.
But birthdays are a celebration of life. One more year on this earth.
One more year.
So in celebration of all the “4 -20” birthdays out there, happy anniversary of your birth.
So inhale your 420 smoke and eat your cake too.
❤ You deserve it. ❤