something magical always happens during birthdays.
maybe that's why they call 'em birthdays.

from the very first (and very literal) birthday, the process... the event in itself is always a joy for someone. the 1st would always go to the proud parents who would gaze adoringly as you wail in their embrace.

alas, those were the younger days. doting parents to do everything they can for you for your 'special day'. you as the young impulsive tween (yes, tween. not so much a toddler yet not fully a teen) always demanding weird stuff that will gross you out when you reflect on it.

then you reach puberty. the age of enlightenment. of rebelliousness. you get to drink harder beverages than orange juice and cola. you get to stay out later and party harder. you surround yourself with like-minded friends who would repeat the process for everyone. you find special someones to share that extra special burst of birthday magic.

then you turn 21. you hold big bashes for friends & family. you take center stage and captivate your audience by your grace and beauty (leng lyoi. LoL) you receive truck loads of presents, some expected some not so much so - weird china flower deliveryman. but there are always magical moments... though not always for the lady of the night/day... because birthday magic is never just for some... it's for everyone.

i just love happy endings.
21 - where 2 become 1. smiles