The knees creaked and the joints were a-poppin' when I got out of bed this morning. This has become a familiar song as the birthday candles on my cake begin to accumulate. My first sounds weren’t exactly “Hallelujah! I’m alive!” I sounded more like a sinister villain in my bunny pajamas mumbling, “Where’s my coffee?” Nonetheless, I am alive to tell you that this day, with all its potential for creaks, groans, and caffeine dependence, is the absolute best day of my life.