The date today made me think of something that always made me feel special. In many ways, I know I was a strange child.
When I was about nine years old, I discovered two extraordinary things.
The first was that when I turned ten, I would have a double-digit age for a very long time ahead. The precious uniqueness of a single-digit age was nearly over. Only if I lived to be a hundred would I be special again. Until then, I would be ordinary. Two digits. 10, 11, 12, 13 … All the way to 99.
I was so struck by this notion that I cried on my tenth birthday.
The other extraordinary thing I discovered as a nine-year-young girl was that many, many years later, my birthday would fall on a very special day – 10.11.12. I was thrilled at the idea. At nine, though, I had a long, long way to go, but I was tremendously excited about the fact that one day in the distant future, I would have a special birthday on a special date.
I almost cannot believe that the special date is now long gone.
Today is a special day too, though. We won’t have a 12.13.14 next year. So any special person whose birthday it is today – happy birthday.