September 22nd is a big day for us. Aside from being the Autumnal Equinox, and Frodo and Bilbo's birthday, and our wedding anniversary, it is also, and for us primarily, India's birthday.
This year was her eighteenth and she wanted a party. A big party. I resisted this idea mightily. Our house is not big and she wanted to invite 40 people. The most we'd ever had over was maybe 15. Oh, and it had to be a dance party!
Of course she won the struggle. In fact, I came to embrace the idea. We used to have big parties and loved them. And after all it is her eighteenth birthday. Of course, India isn't leaving for college. She has no job. She doesn't drive. Her life really isn't changing much at all right now, and yet this birthday seemed to be some sort of milestone--I guess she can vote (well, next year when there's an election).
Turns out everyone thinks 18 is a big deal and they all made it happen. She was showered with love and affection and beautiful gifts (even though I'd put "no gifts" on the invitation.
I think she'll remember this birthday very very fondly.