Ben and I were on the train back from the city when it turned midnight and ushered in my birthday. Although, since I was born in Utah, does that mean technically I needed to wait until 2 a.m. for my birthday to get there? We debated half-heartedly for a moment. But this morning there can be no doubt. I have officially moved up one notch on the age scale.
Birthdays are funny things when you get older. It's nice to have a special day, but this one isn't necessarily invoking the feelings that, say, turning 5 might. Age does has it's advantages and disadvantages, as everything. For now, this girl is going to herd children to the kitchen table for breakfast since Ben is at a meeting, and I'm going to say "shhh!!!" very often so the kids don't wake the neighbors downstairs. I think it will be a good day.
P.S. A post on Les Mis will show up later.