On July 9, I turned forty-six. To most people, this is just another birthday. There is nothing special about it. But, as a person with Duchenne muscular dystrophy, every birthday is special. Every birthday that I have is a celebration of life. I am reminded at every birthday how lucky I am to be alive. Every birthday gives me a chance to flip the bird at DMD. I have defied it yet again. Every birthday reminds me to not take life for granted, and to treat every day as if it is my last. When I least expect it, it could all be over. In the face of this uncertainty, I embrace the gift of life.