Birthdays seem to come along every other decade when you’re young and have to listen to old people tell you that time goes by quicker and quicker as you age. But then the year cycles and another candle burns. Your gift choices mature; first you just want someone to change your diaper, and then a toy, a kite, baseball cleats, a car, dinner with your wife, a card from your kids, and someone to change your diaper.
That first birthday comes once, all smashed cake, tasty and sweet. The year takes forever for the birthday boy and seconds for his parents. And then the cycle repeats and you take joy in the next generation, warning them of time’s winged chariot.