June 29

So its official…its my new birthday. Yeah…thats right, I’ve changed my birthday. Born on December 29, I spent the first twenty-four years of my life getting the, “Oh Nat, thats for your birthday too” (while opening a present Christmas morning) or “Nat, we can’t really do anything for your birthday this year because we did so much for Christmas.” In addition to my parents’ contribution of the combined Christmas-birthday, Ive received cards and gifts from others, although very thoughtful, they would contain pictures of Santa Clause or words like “Joy to the World” rather than the traditional pictures of birthday balloons or the words “Happy Birthday.”

Then at age twenty-four I met the man of my dreams. And when I found out we shared the December 29, 1981 birthday, I knew it was meant to be. But after four years of sharing this birthday…its just not that great. In fact, it sucks. We’ve tried splitting the day, having a combined party, and even just going to dinner. But even that, I couldn’t fully choose the restaurant because it was Patrick’s birthday too. And so here we are…its my birthday. Today. I expect presents, cards, and well-wishings on this day from now on.

Okay, so I’m partly kidding (about the gifts, etc.), but only partly. My advice to all of you…avoid conception in March and your children will never suffer like me.

Note: Patrick’s birthday will remain on December 29 unless notified. Also, I don’t actually turn 29 until the end of the year.

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