Some of you, I know, can empathize. The rest of you – just enjoy it a while longer.
You get to a certain age, and you have more birthdays behind you than in front of you.
And those remaining birthdays come increasingly with fewer birthday cards.
Your parents, who never forgot, are deceased. Same with that favorite aunt or uncle. Your siblings have their own kids — and maybe grandkids — who keep having these rite-of-passage birthdays.
And buddies don’t send each other birthday cards; it’s not a guy thing.
But your wife and child remember. Which, candidly, is plenty at this point.
You’re a year closer to your actuarial denouement. How celebratory do you want to get?
But into the B-Day breach: a birthday e-mail greeting from my health club, as well as a “Happy Birthday, Joseph” greeting at the check-in counter. Then there was that personal birthday telephone call from my dentist. And another e-mail birthday acknowledgement from a friendly political maven.
Of course, this is part of modern marketing. But just the same, thanks Lifestyle Family Fitness; John Redd, DDS; and Bob Buckhorn, South Tampa neighbor. They count.