( Card from Jason 2 years ago)
Tomorrow is my birthday. I am turning 24.
And yet, I already feel 24.
This is the problem with summer birthdays. My whole life, I have watched everyone in my class or age group turn 1 year older before me. And being that my birthday is conveniently at the very end of the summer, anyone and everyone has turned that magical next number before me.
This is made even more prominent as my husband is not even 2 months older than me. We are so close that once he has a birthday, I feel like I can also rightfully claim his new age also. And if we're being completely honest, Jason starts telling people about mid-April that he's one year older. I have even more time then to grovel in my adolescence.
And so, with every year I age, it's a bit underwhelming. Every year, it feels like I finally caught up; only to begin all over again in the next month when people start having another birthday.
I have conceded that this is my life. Until I turn 40, I shall be running one giant race of catch-up. And then, finally, I shall settle with a sigh of relief into my age and revel that I, I am young. And not just young, but the youngest.