It's a special day. Sometimes I forget about this special day because I'm thinking of other things. So, when I woke up this morning in a strange bed after a long night of red eye flights and a full day of work ahead of me in another city, I was not thinking, It's my birthday day! I was thinking, Where am I and how do I order a shower in this place. When I stepped out into a living room in Salt Lake and was greeted with a big hug and a "happy birthday," I was a little surprised. It took me a moment to remember what day it was.
Sometimes we forget what used to be so easy to remember.