twenty-eight

As children in my family, when we celebrated birthdays we always had a special test that we had to pass before my mother would make us a cake. It was a fairly easy test, the same one every year. My mom would ask us how old SHE was, and we would have to say 27. That was my mother's magical age of youth and beauty, I guess. Once we would say she was only 27, then the festivities would continue as normal.

Today I am officially older than my mother. I know, I know, the math doesn't quite add up, but oh well. I am 28 and have decided to no longer care about birthdays. I was SO SAD to turn 20. I could have been a teen forever. I have a picture of me a week before I turned 20, in front of a license plate that read 4EVER19. Oh well, I have decided to follow the attitude of a good friend and just no longer care. I am 28 and I am lucky to be alive!