Special Celebrations

Note: This blog entry has nothing whatsoever to do with printing. It's just for fun! Until the papers reported her 13th birthday, I wasn’t aware that the President’s eldest daughter was born on Independence Day. Sharing your birthday with a major holiday can go two ways for a kid – I should know – my birthday is December 25. That can be either a very happy coincidence or a miserable one. Luckily, my family cared enough to treat my birthday as an extra special bonus of the Christmas season. When clerks or TSA agents look at my ID, they often remark on my birthday. Almost inevitably, they say something along the lines of, “You must get cheated out of a lot of birthday presents.†I always explain that, quite the contrary, I enjoy something most other people never get to experience. When it’s time for my birthday, people start celebrating early (maybe a little too early in recent years). They decorate trees and hang pretty lights, play special music, friends and families gather together for parties and wonderful meals, people smile for no particular reason, little kids get super excited, and on my birthday everyone gets gifts – not just me. And it happens all over the world! Now, I ask you, have they ever done that for your birthday? No matter where you stand in the political spectrum, you have to acknowledge that the Obamas appear to be wonderful, caring parents. So I expect that young Malia fully understands the significance of sharing her birthday with our country. But I think she must also get a special thrill out of the fact that on her birthday, the whole country celebrates with picnics, parades, special music, and spectacular fireworks. And they will continue doing that every year, no matter who is in the White House. Happy birthday, America. Happy birthday, Malia. And I hope that each one of you had a spectacular Fourth of July weekend!

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