It’s that weird day that only comes once every four years. Happy February 29th, a. k. a. Leap Day!
It’s a reminder for me that I was very nearly a Leap Day baby way back in 1972. Had I been born 11 hours later, I’d be turning 12 instead of 48.
I guess that people with February 29 birthdays can either celebrate on February 28 or March 1 (or both), but it must be awkward not being able to celebrate on your actual birthday more than once every four years.
Then again, maybe most people don’t overthink things like this the way I probably would.
For me, it was day 2 of the birthday weekend. As always, I’m thankful for another year of life. I don’t take it for granted that I’ve made it this far when more and more people I know won’t get to celebrate old age (or in many cases, year 48).
Every year and every day I get is a gift. I’m thankful to God for every single one of them so far.
As for the birthday, it was so much fun that I should probably go ahead and have another around this time next year. Just not on February 29.