Birthdays are celebrated by many and are exciting times and anticipated my most. It snuck up on me. I suppose I realized it was coming up when the week prior my darling daughter asks me what did I want for my birthday. Ugh! Then my sweet mother wants to ask if she can take me out for dinner on the night of my birthday. sigh So I can’t forget it’s my birthday, everybody reminds me!
I tried to think of why this is even a celebration for an adult. I know that I like to “praise”, if you will, the fact that God gave me a beautiful baby on a particular day so I remind her of the joy she (both of them) is to me, but that’s all it is to me. Why do I need to give her a gift, I’m not sure. Part of the silly tradition, but everyone loves to receive gifts, and I love to give them, when I could afford it.
Birthdays just aren’t my thing, I guess you’ve gathered. I prefer holidays. The Holidays. All holidays, but The Holidays are the best. I get that warm fuzzy feeling, or maybe it’s because of the pretty sweaters I can wear. The ones that go by in the blink of an eye.
But if you have a birthday coming up, I’ll wish you a very happy birthday, a fantastic day, with wonderful memories.
Til next time.