is on the horizon.
For the first time in many years (there have been several numbers floating around, but it is safe to say many, many years since and even many more until it happens again), the first day of Hanukkah and Thanksgiving Day fall on the same date.
As it happens, it is also my birthday.
It isn’t often that one has the opportunity to physically coincide with history in the making, but this year, I and all the others who share November 28 as their birthday … well, we get to gloat a bit.
It is our day, after all and the fact that it is a day that will go down in history raises the cool factor quite a few notches.
That’s what birthdays are, is that not accurate?
A celebration of our life?
The remembrance of the day we came into being on this earth?
It is pretty important.
I love birthdays. I don’t care so much if people share them with me, although it is always a plus to be remembered, it isn’t required for it to be special to me. It is enough to know that it is my birthday.
And now, this year, an iconic year, I share my birthday with Thanksgiving and Hanukkah.
That’s pretty awesome.
So to all the others out there who will turning a year older on a day that will go down in history, Happy Birthday, Happy Hanukkah and Happy Thanksgiving.
I don’t keep up with what’s hot and what’s not, but I’m pretty sure that somebody famous or at least quasi-famous said “Happy! Happy! Happy!” (I don’t know who, but I see and hear it on a fairly regular basis, so someone must have started it).