Seventeen for nearly a week, and although the others have mentioned that it isn't much different, I think I might disagree.
I am not suddenly different than I was a month ago, but I am different than I was a year ago.
A bit more mature, a bit wiser, a bit...taller. ;)
I never really liked birthdays until him.
Mother always made them as special as she could, but there's nothing even close to being loved by him on my birthday.
:)