They're All Good, Aren't They?

I celebrated a birthday this past weekend.  My 61st....I'm always glad to have them and this one was very nice.  I appreciate folks, taking the time, to wish me well.  Not a fan of time going by so quickly but it's all good.

With the exception of the age of 21, which has everything to do with alcohol, why is it, that birthdays that end with a  "0" or a "5" are celebrated more joyously?  Last year, I paraded around town, in "60"glasses, with a gag cane, thankful that I'd made it that far...and this year, at 61, to behave like that, I'd look foolish.  Okay, I looked like a fool last year but no one cared.  And that's my point.  I was given a pass because my birthday ended in a "0".

Shouldn't we have the same degree of giddiness for every year we live?  I know I'm fortunate to have been on this earth for 61 years and I thank the Lord everyday for it.  I also know I grumble every once in awhile because I creak when I walk and groan when I get out of a chair.  But these bones and muscles are entitled to that.  They've walked a lot of miles and withstood some mild abuse thru the years.

The cemetery's full of folks who'd love to have made it to 61, so I'm going to celebrate, big-time, each year, no matter which one.  Party, anyone?