I have found that my birthday means less and less to me the more I have. Growing up they often had some significant advantage to each advancing year. Suddenly I could have a job, *poof* now I could drive, etc. But once you hit a certain point they pretty much just become a day like any other.
My oldest daughter, of course, has a hard time with this idea. To her it is daddy's birthday, so he should feel different, older, special. Her enthusiasm is contagious.
But I just don't need a special day to remind me I am getting older these days. Every morning as I drag myself out of bed for another marathon day in the hospital I can feel that I just ain't as spry as I used to be. There are days when I am accutely aware of my age (29 today), and the fact that I am STILL a student (boy, don't I feel like a loser!). But I hold firmly to the fact that I will have those extra initials after my name before I actually hit 30.
I guess I gotta hang onto something, right?