I have had several of them, but every year I get the same excited feeling. I can't explain what I feel about birthdays (not just my birthday but any birthday) but they make me want to cry happy tears. I love that we celebrate being born, the start of our lives. I feel much more alive on my birthday.
|This isn't my drink, I was holding it for someone. Honest!|
Of course several of my birthdays have been let downs; Like my Seventh birthday we had just moved to a new house in a new area and I didn't have any friends to invite to a party and to top it all off it rained! Then several of my birthdays have been more joyous than expected. Did you know that I passed my driving test on my Twenty-First birthday? Yes I realise now what a silly thing it was to do, what if I had failed?!
I don't mind that as I am sitting here typing this that I haven't got a birthday cake. I don't mind that I know what the gifts wrapped up and hidden on Daddy's side of the bed are. I don't mind that I will have a few odd people leave me birthday greetings on Facebook and that there are people who won't be here to celebrate with me.
Today I am going to celebrate all that is great and good in my life. I am going to eat what I want, drink what I want and tonight when it is nearly all over I will look back over the last year, the last decade, the last quarter of a century and think of how lucky I have been to have experienced all I have. How lucky I am to have loved to have been loved. How lucky I am that everyone who is important in my life knows that they are... and if I want to I might cry because after all it is My party.