It's My Party

... and I'll cry if I want to!

I have been known to shed a tear or two on my birthday.  I know you can relate to that.  I know I'm not the only one who gets sad on the big day.

I've come to expect sadness on my birthday.  It comes with the territory of getting older, moving frequently, being separated from my friends and extended family.  But today is different.  I don't think I will cry today.

I loved going to school on my birthdays because I got attention all day long.  Cupcakes, birthday songs, special birthday hats, decorated lockers, special traditions, lots of attention in the hallways, the whole nine yards.  Fun fun fun!

But man, after college, birthdays just sink low.  They're boring and lonely.  Your co-workers don't even know you or your birthday or your favorite cake flavors and they just don't care.  The worst is when you have to tell your friends that it's your birthday.  Who is with me on this one?  Who likes telling someone, "oh hey, it's my birthday today...want to do something?"  Puke.

Love is scattered around the country.  And I spend hours on the phone celebrating my birthday.  It's terrible.

Or maybe that's just me.  Maybe I'm the only one that throws a big pity party on my birthday.  Whah! Can you hear me crying?  Whah, whah, whah!!  (Hmm...come to think of it...this might explain some of the drama in this house...)

Anyway, sob stories aside, agree with me or not, this year I'm pleased it's my birthday.  I'm happy, energized (not pregnant), getting full night sleeps, and surrounded by family and friends who love me for me.  And I'm feeling strong and healthy and nurtured.

Year 28 was wonderful.  May year 29 be even fuller.

Happy Birthday to me!


:-)