One possible measure of how young at heart you are – – how carefully you track your upcoming birthday. Sidd followed his 6th the way the FAA monitors a 777 coming in from London; or how NORAD would have watched an ICBM coming in from Siberia. (I fear I am repeating an earlier post.)
“Only 73 more days left dad….” 18 days later, “Dad, there’s only 55 days left to my birthday. Are you watching?”
Well the momentous day came in 3 stages:
- First a party in Atlanta at the house of his cousins Ava and Audrey.
- Then a little shindig at our place on the actual day. But by then he had decided one’s “real birthday” actually occurs on the day of the official party.
- So finally we gathered with a few of his friends to go bowling, after which he casually let his brother open the presents for him. Paul did this with all the seriousness and duty of someone processing taxes, though the gleeful gleam in his eyes says that deep inside it was a different story.
I figure in about 8 months, it will be time to track the next incoming big day.