Suburban Assault

I tend to not look at my birthday as a day of celebration, but more one of reflection. It’s not as if I feel like I’ve accomplished anything profoundly significant in my life – just enough to feel really good about it. I’m thankful every day for that.

I truly appreciate all that is good – my family, my health, my friends, my craft, my home and the greatness of bicycling.

Here are some keepsakes from the day:

Even the folks at my office seem to ‘get’ me:

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I don’t typically like to acknowledge my birthday. However, today is a pretty special one since it lands on such an interesting date: 11/11/11. For a while, I’ve been racking my brain to figure out what I should do to recognize (most likely) this midpoint of my life.

People have suggested that I throw a big party or go on a trip. Even as a child, I’ve never been much of a birthday party person. Also, with the kids in school, work in overdrive and vacation funds at their lowest point, a trip will have to wait.

I’ve considered taking a long, cross-country or cross-state bike ride. For now, I’ll have to settle for across town.

Some folks would assume that a big gift would be in order. I’m a simple man and I have, pretty much, everything I need.

Instead, I’ll do what makes me happy. I’ll start with a good cup of coffee and then spend some time with my wife and kids, enjoying the good fortune of having them in my life.

Have a good day.