Birthdays should be happy.

Two happy balloons.

Birthdays.

Sigh.

When you get to a certain age, you don't look forward to them anymore.
Turning 1: I'm finally a positive integer!
Turning 2 : I can be as terrible two-ish as I want and people still think I'm cute!
Turning 10: Yeah double digits!
Turning 15: High school!
Turning 20: One more year and then nothing.
This year...I want to curl up and cry a little.

OK, I'm being too dramatic. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.