Happy chinese new year!
This doesn't mean as much to me now that I'm older. It used to be my favorite holiday because my mom would drag my brother and I to many lavish dinners with friends that would give the kids red bags with lucky money. I looked forward to it because I would get to keep $20 and the rest of the money went into the bank. It was very exciting getting to choose what to do with that andrew jackson. In middle school I looked forward to my monthly copy of campus journal from rbc ministries. I know mail is mail when you get older. Since it's mostly bills and credit card offers or advertisements, but mostly bills, it's not very exciting. But when you are a kid mail is magical. I loved my campus journals. I used to save every issue for years. So my jackson usually went in a shaky, self-addressed letter to rbc ministries. Now that I'm older I think maybe I shouldn't have sent cash, but I dont think they give checkbooks and checking accounts to 10 year olds... do they?
Anyways, that's what chinese new year used to mean to me. It was the one time of year I got to tithe MY OWN money. Now that I'm older, tithing doesn't seem as exciting nor does this holiday. No more fancy dinners at big restaurants. No more lucky money. Wow that sounds a bit depressing. But I think I'm nearing the age when I should be giving out the little red envelopes and sharing the magic with a new generation of little kids. My coworker said it is your turn when you get married. There should be a rule book or something.
On a happier note, chinese new year means sticky rice cake. I know it doesn't always look like it, but it still counts as cake. And who doesn't like cake? (Besides the odd couple with a giant cheese wheel at their wedding.) Yay for cake!
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