What does 45 look like?
It looks a lot like me.
It also doesn’t really seem very different than 44. You see, Kelly’s birthday is the day after mine (happy birthday, love!) so I have 364 days to observe how he handles his age. By the time my birthday arrives, I can comfortably step into a new number to write on the “state your age” line for web forms.
It’s just a number.
But a number can be a reason to celebrate – and since we have birthdays just one day apart, we like to celebrate together. This year, our birthdays included:
- A nice long run on a surprisingly cooler-than-normal morning with our Dallas Galloway friends.
- A wonderful dinner at Oak (thank you to the team there who made sure we had a fantastic dinner and an even-more-fantastic experience).
- A long walk through our neighborhood.
- An almond croissant at our favorite European bakery and a conversation with the owner. (Making new friends is what it’s all about!)
- Lots of furbaby fussing.
Our birthdays were low-key but festive. Fun and about our relationship.
45 doesn’t feel so bad. Bring on a new year!