Milestone birthdays are supposed to be remembered and cherished. On my 16th birthday, I drove to the mall by myself. On my 21st birthday, I have no idea. I was probably at some bar watching a band. On my 30th and 40th birthdays… I do not recall anything special or memorable. Birthdays simply have never been a big deal for me.

When I was growing up, my family would have a nice dinner and a cake. My grandma would come over, and I’d have a card and a present or two. It was always a pretty low-key affair. I don’t recall ever having a birthday party with a bunch of friends at the house.

Today, however, is a milestone. I want to remember it, cherish it. Yes, I turn 50 today. I don’t feel 50. I guess I feel younger, but I’m wise enough to know I’m most certainly not younger, nor am I getting any younger.

I woke up to Happy 50th Birthday decorations that my wife and stepdaughter had hung around the house. It was a pleasant surprise and one I really appreciated. Tonight, we meet my parents for a birthday dinner at an Italian restaurant. I’m looking forward to getting together and enjoying the evening.

Simple and low key.