When I was younger, and by younger I could even mean as recently as last year, I couldn't wait to open my birthday presents. If I knew someone had something for me, I wanted it right then and right there. Now, now, now! was my mantra.
I guess something in me has matured this year, though the hows and whys of it escape me. But tomorrow is my birthday and yesterday my mother set 3 huge presents and a massive gift bag in one of my back bedrooms. Then, last night, my significant other walked in with a very large gift bag and a smaller one.
As we were sitting down to dinner, he asked: "Aren't you going to open your presents?"
My odd, even by my standards, answer?
"Of course. But not today. It's not my birthday, yet."