Celebrations

Well, I have reached an important milestone in my life. I am now officially certified to work bakery and register at Panera, the avacados could not get me down. Hooray for me. We'll ignore the fact that they gave me the answers to the test. Anyway, I feel pretty much the same. my passing of the test did nothing for me, kind of like my last birthday.

Ben Sparks turns nineteen tomorrow, so Jake and I ran to Walmart, bought a cake, covered the living room with streamers, autumn colors, and blew up twenty-nine balloons, one popped in my face. Despite our best efforts, tomorrow will pass, the balloons will shrink and pop, the streamers will be torn down and the cake will go where all cake eventually goes. This momentous occasion will fade into history and nothing will really change. Ben will be who he was today.

I will also remain the same person, even though I now can boast of my recent professional achievements. Nothing inside of me has changed. So why do I live my life as if every event will some how transform me into a faster, stronger, better me? It is because I forget. I forget that I have done this a thousand times before. I have come to a million milestones and each one just leaves me feeling a little more tired from the journey, except for one. I'll let you guess what that one looked like.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Ben!