Alas, one year older.
Some people are petrified of age, but if you think rationally, the moment after you're born you are, in fact, dying. In my case, I'm quite excited for adulthood, and since my birthday gets me closer to that milestone without fail every single year, I think I am rather fond of it. Not to mention that it is the best weapon to use against my family because my household employs the "birthday girl gets what she wants" rule.
So tomorrow, when I wake up and am bombarded with summer fruits and presents, I don't think the concern of growing older will really be my prominent concern. There will be romping around in the pool, Ger