This past week was my birthday. I'm not going to divulge how old I am now, but suffice it to say, I should be well beyond being excited about my birthday. But - I still get very excited about my birthday and I love celebrating it!
But things are different when you're older, and it makes me a little sad. I admit it. I like the hoopla and the fal-d-rall of birthday celebrations. My mom used to do a very good job of celebrating my birthday. We had a neighbor who could make birthday cakes like none other. I had a doll birthday cake, a clown birthday cake and the best one of all, a train birthday cake! It had about 5 cars and I loved it!
The thing is now, most people assume that when you're the age that I am now, you don't really care about your birthday but I bet I'm not alone when I say that it DOES matter! I love to celebrate and I love it when my friends remember.
This year was pretty good - my co-workers remembered and we celebrated with food and flowers and cards. Two other friends took me out for a latte and flowers - and several other friends called. Jay remembered of course - and my kids called too!
There was also the facebook well wishes and I was so overwhelmed with the birthday wishes! There was a definite trend - I got birthday wishes from relatives on facebook, classmates from highschool on facebook AND all of my wonderful friends from Clay Center on facebook. But guess who was missing. My Virginia friends. I got one birthday wish from Virginia. Just interesting - and it kind of cements the theory that Jay said we might not ever fit in there. Nobody has time for friends.
Anyway - I digress.
It was a fun birthday - and I'm glad that my family and friends realize that there is still that little girl inside of me that loves to celebrate my birthday. It's a good thing to remember for others as well.
