This week begins a celebration in which I like to call...my Birthday week. Some people don't like to acknowledge their day of birth, some don't like the attention or spotlight on them, I can tell you that I do.
Even though I'm getting older, I still look forward to my birthday with great anticipation. I love to celebrate, I love to party, I love to eat. This year I was talking about my desired Birthday plans with my husband and I must have seemed overzeleaous because he bravely asked me, "are you turning 16 this year?" I was obviously upset. You see, he has a different idea about birthdays. He figures that once you get "older" you're just going to be at work anyway, and what's so great about that. I disagree. *stepping on soapbox*
As much as I love it when it's my Birthday, I feel this way about all Birthdays. I think everyone's Birthday should be special no matter how old you are. Why not get excited about the day you were born into this world? Why not celebrate the fact that you're alive and you made it through another year. Instead of
begrudging another year older, why not appreciate the idea that you're here, that you've acomplished what you have. I think a Birthday should be an opportunity to be happy about who you are and to remember Birthdays past with fondness. Everyone should feel special and loved on their Birthday. I make it my goal to help those I love feel this way on their Birthdays, is it selfish to enjoy and look forward to my own Birthday just as much? *stepping down*
My mom modeled in near perfection the way a Birthday should be held special. I feel so loved just looking back on the things she did for our Birthdays when I was little. She obviously spent a lot of time making special cakes and preparing banners and balloons. Since she's no longer here, it's one of those ways that I feel connected to her. We both share an excitement for life. An appreciation for the little joys.
I'm hoping to have some really great posts to celebrate the week of my birth!
Photo credit: Theresa Thompson