Fabulous. The party was small and weird, the day was altogether great.
This morning, my intern asked me, “So is that your real birthday?”
After trying and failing to communicate a few times, I settled on: “On a cultural level, yes.”
I also promised my sweetie I wouldn’t be changing the date again. There are some things you should do very rarely. Name changes. Birthday changes/rebirths. Doing nothing but watch TV for an entire weekend.
This wasn’t frivolous. It was also totally worth doing. I would do it again… but you know, not something I will need to.