Having a Birthday Ball
I know there are many that view birthdays as a nuisance, unavoidable reminders that we are constantly growing older and inching toward senility at a steady rate. While I acknowledge that I too am aging every day, I don’t see the point in mourning the inevitable. That’s why I choose to see birthdays as a celebration of life rather than just another step toward the grave.
Since Jason shares my take on birthdays and my enthusiasm for revelry, that sweet boy planned a splendid birthday party in my honor. The festivities were held at My Noah’s, a business that rents rooms for such activities. Jason rented two rooms: a wallyball court and a combo ping pong/billiards room. These rooms were connected, making meandering easy. It was a great party! I enjoyed hanging with all my buddies and challenging them to wallyball and ping pong. (I’m far too horrible at pool to represent even a meager challenge in that department.) The wallyball competition was fierce, my swollen wrist and hand can attest to that, but I had a marvelous time. Thanks to all of you who attended and thanks to my awesome husband for scheming up the event!
It was a great way to commemorate another year of life! After all, I may be one more year older but it was a year full of grand adventures, good friends, and joyous memories; so what do I have to complain about?