With 3 days to 50, the week-long birthday celebrations officially kick off tomorrow with an afternoon at my parents. My sister and I are 5 years and 1 week apart, so we usually celebrate together.
Tuesday is the big day, with the only thing on the agenda – other than waking up to the sad state of affairs that is the first glimpse into my 50’s – being spending the afternoon with my eldest at an appointment.
There were a couple of slip-ups that alluded to a big bash but until my wife finally spilled the beans a couple of days back, I didn’t know much else. I know my wife though. Go big or go back to bed.
So next Saturday, my birthday week will be capped-up at a hall with friends, family, and likely a few partying strangers.
The theme? The 70’s because well, that’s where it all began.
So why are these milestones such a big deal?
As the drinks were consumed and my 30th celebration came to a close – single with no kids to show the first three decades of my life – a certain panic set in as beyond wishes of being a writer, NHL hockey player, or animator for Walt Disney, being a husband and father were my biggest dreams.
It took me three years to make both those dreams come true, but 40 once again found me single although this time, with 2 beautiful girls to love.
I have everything I could ever want heading into 50. Of course, the dream of being a published writer will always live inside me, but I am a lucky man – for the first adult birthday ending with a zero – to have both the love of a wonderful woman and 3 amazing girls to start this next chapter with.