Today is my birthday!!!  I am still a whole bunch of old but today it’s wrapped in a bow.  I really do love birthdays, my mentality is very comparable with a child’s on this day.  It isn’t the gifts that I love, it’s the attention which is not something I typically enjoy.  I love to hear “Happy Birthday” and would be thrilled if there was a parade but that doesn’t seem likely.  I’m not really sure why I feel so special on this day, it’s not like I am the only person that has one.  The biggest perk is that there are no calories today, hence the tradition of eating cake.

The only unfortunate part about birthdays is that there must be a number associated with it.  I am thankful for every one that I get but do we really need to count them?  Remember the days when you were excited about that number because it meant you were at a milestone you have been waiting for.  You were finally a teenager, could drive, vote, drink, etc.  Now as my husband always says, birthdays mean you are one year closer to death.  I prefer to say Social Security, it seems a lot less morbid.

Even though I am a 40 something year old, I still feel young.  I moan every time I get out of a chair and I get rug burns on my breasts when I don’t wear a bra, but I mentally feel young.   Laughter is the key to feeling young and I do that any chance I can get.  Often times it’s when I’m alone which is fine unless you are out in public.  When that happens you just pretend you are on some Bluetooth type phone surgically implanted in your ear.  Just mouth “conference call” to anyone staring.

My family always makes my day feel special.  I had coffee and a muffin waiting when I woke up, cards, some of my favorite treats, it was wonderful.  I am so fortunate and thankful for all of the people in my life.  With age comes the wisdom to know who and what matter and to focus on those things.  It really is the little things in life, and I take time to notice these things every day and never take them for granted.  It isn’t what you have, what you wear, or where you live.  It’s how you treat people and making sure you take the time to stop and look around often.  Each day is truly a gift.

Speaking of gifts, my family was very generous and gave me a Fitbit for my birthday.   I have a feeling it’s broken, however, because it isn’t registering the 10,000 steps I know it takes to get from my kitchen to the bathroom.   I don’t need technology to tell me how much I walk, the chafing between my thighs usually does that job for me.

Happy birthday to me!!!!