Birthdays are stupendous for a number of reasons. You get to eat delicious cake, receive delicious presents, and have an all-around delicious time. I think, however, that the best thing about having a birthday is not the trappings that come with it, but the people with whom you spend it. The best birthdays aren’t the best because of what happens on them, but because of where you are when those things happen. Today, my family and I celebrated my birthday at home. It was a small occasion, much like any normal day, but I felt more at ease and happy than I have in quite a while. I got to stay in my pajamas, I didn’t have to shave or do anything about my bedhead, I just relaxed with the people I love the most in a place that is more familiar and comfortable to me than any other. For one day, I didn’t have homework or money or job hunting to worry about, I just had 24 hours to spend on playing and laughing and enjoying time with my family, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Tomorrow, I’ll head back to school with my Kool-Aid shirt, my red-eyed martian (his name is Billy), and my new favorite game “We Didn’t Playtest This At All” (I highly recommend it), and I know that the boost that being with my family gave me will carry me for weeks to come. Bring it on, life. You can take my sleep, my free time, and my sanity, but you’ll never take away my home or my family, and as long as I have them I’ll be the happiest man in the world.