Birthdays. Love them, hate them, or both?
I personally love birthdays. Even my own (which is tomorrow), even when another year means more wrinkles, more grays, more aches and pains.
Because it also means more life experience, more wisdom, more tolerance, and another year with those I love and care for.
A good trade-off in my opinion.
Birthdays also mean presents (and I confess to loving presents), a dinner of my choice (usually my favorite Chinese food), and cake or pie (I’m still on a pumpkin pie kick, though coconut cake has been a favorite in the past).
Birthdays are in theory completely a selfish day. It’s all about me, me, me. And for one day a year, I’m okay with that.
Do you have birthday traditions? Or try and forget the day altogether?
PS: Happy Birthday to JT today and Debbie (present is in the mail) tomorrow! Love and hugs.