Birthdays are Overrated

Birthdays are overrated. Although it could be argued that simply because I usually don’t celebrate birthdays, it doesn’t mean it’s overrated. As Ted Failon said in jest, why would I spend tons of money to entertain my family and friends during my birthday? Why can’t they make little contributions to give me a treat? It’s my birthday for crying out loud. They say jokes are always half-meant.

I’m kidding, of course. Birthdays are important events in our lives. It’s the day when we came flailing to meet the world. Maybe we feel blessed and lucky to be born in this world. Or maybe we feel the world is lucky that we were born. Either way, we celebrate our birthdays.

We appreciate more the simple things in life as we get older. Now that I’m 28, ahem, I feel a bit wiser. When I was young my parents would ask me what I want for my birthday, something which I strongly fear would repeat itself with my son. Now that I’m old nobody cares to ask what I want for my birthday. Everybody simply assumes that I like whiskey or wine. Good assumption, except that my doctor (and my wife) forbids me to drink like the way I used to.

I received only two gifts for my birthday this year. One is from my father-in-law (a bottle of whiskey). The other is from my son. It’s a simple gift made from materials provided free when you eat in a restaurant.  It’s free.Here’s the gift . . .

Happy Birthday Dad
Haapy Birthday Big Guy Dad, Love. . . That’s priceless.

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