It's not that it was a bad day. It had some nice parts. The weather was beautiful. My husband and son tried to do things that would make me happy. I really enjoyed a big family walk and watching my son play baseball. Still, my birthday wasn't as exciting as I'd wanted it to be. What did I want? What should have happened? What would have really made it feel special? It was weird looking at the date various times and seeing my birthday stare back at me. So, this is the big day. Why wasn't it so big?
Some people might say that as an adult, no one should expect much of a splash for a birthday. That kind of thing is for kids. They get the presents, the parties, the excitement of reaching a new age. Maybe. Maybe we should leave it to them. I wonder, though, if maybe we should dedicate a day, just one day, each year in which we honour each person and make them feel special. We don't make them tell us what they want to do. We take the time to show them that we already know what they like to do, who they are and that we really want to make them happy. It's something we want to offer to them.
I don't know exactly what I wanted my birthday to be but yesterday wasn't it. To be quite honest, I want to be celebrated. I think we all should be. I think we're all amazing. We should be reminded of that at least once a year.
JAHD
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