I don’t usually make a big deal out of my birthday (3/22).

Not because I don’t appreciate it.

But because I’ve come to understand something over time.

Every day is a gift.

That’s why we call this moment the present.

So I try not to wait for one day to reflect on that.

But this year felt a little different.

I recognize that many people don’t make it this far.

And that in itself is a blessing.

My wife made the day special, as she always does.
I’m grateful for that.

We kept it simple.

A dope jazz show at the Columbus Museum of Art.
A walk through The Book Loft in German Village.
Dinner at The Barn at Rocky Fork Creek.

Nothing over the top.

Just a good day.

Relaxed.
Present.
Kid-free, for the most part.

And that was more than enough.

I’m grateful for another year.

Grateful for growth.
Grateful for life.

And especially grateful for the woman I get to share it with.

And that’s something I don’t take for granted.