Why is it that you never hear comments like: Ah, you’re celebrating your 21st birthday, right? or: It’s wonderful to be 29, isn’t it? until you are over 40?
Sigh.
And for the record, if I had to pick an age I’d want to repeat, it would be 25 (my favorite birthday while living in Kenya) or 27 (my age when I married The Boy) or 34 (the year we celebrated our birthdays at the British Open).