Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Birthdays still have the power to enchant me. Some people start to dread them after the age of 30 or so. Maybe it's the sand-slipping-through-the-hourglass feeling a.k.a. How Many Good Years Have I Got Left? Some people thoughtfully contemplate the past and the future. I save that for New Year's Day, usually. On my birthday, I still live in the shallow mindset of "Hey, look...presents!" How can you not love a day dedicated to celebrating YOU? ...Where little girls make you cards and gifts marked "Don Open Til Saterday" ...Where sweet friends tell you how glad they are you were born...Where people give you homemade cake and insist that you eat a really big piece...Where hubbies take you out for pancakes...Where mamas and daddies reminisce about the Great Day When You Came Into the World. What could be better than this? Nothing, I tell you. The only thing I don't like about birthdays is when they come to an end. What? You mean I have to wait a whole year until I get one of these again? Grrr. Luckily, because my birthday is in November, my indignation is soothed by the eminence of Thanksgiving (a perfect follow-up to the decadence of birthdays), Cutie Pie's birthday (in which festivities and gifts I get to share if I play my cards right, see how that works?) and then Christmas (Yay! Christmas!!!) There's so much to look forward to that I can't be too sad about the appearance of a November midnight and that princess-turned-back-pumpkin feeling. Oh yes, and there are the memories. I can bask in those for as long as I want!
Posted by One Hot Mama at 6:26 AM