February 13...it's come again. It seems like each year my birthday arrives more quickly than the year before. I guess it's like everything...the older you get, the quicker time seems to pass.
I remember when I was a kid, I always looked forward to my birthday. It always meant (at least) a gift and a cake that my mom would make. I can remember about 2 or 3 birthday parties as I was growing up...the two that stand out were my 10th and 16th.
This year (#28) my birthday fills me with a feeling of melancholy. I wonder if it's because there isn't as much to look forward to in terms of celebrations. There aren't any milestones left (unless you count 30, 40, 50, etc, and who wants to do that?!). Adults don't have birthday parties, and it's considered "childish" and "selfish" to expect gifts from family members and friends. And, I don't expect gifts. It's nice just to be remembered (thanks for all of the birthday wishes family and friends!). I guess adults just don't "do" birthdays the way kids do. My students get so excited on their birthdays. They're still magical days full of possibilities.
I am looking forward to Keira's 1st birthday. Maybe living vicariously through their children's birthday celebrations is what gives a parent joy. I know that every day with Keira is a joy for me. I suppose that's what being a parent is all about. Still it would be nice to be as excited about my own birthday...
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Our darling Diana - don't feel sad about having another birthday. You are only getting better, not older. You are so precious to us, and to all of your family. And - if you want to celebrate, you CELEBRATE! Here's a HaPpY bIrThDaY cake, with confetti and all, just for you!!
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We love you, George and Roxana
Thank you so much! I talked to some of my friends at work who are getting closer to the big 3-0, too. It's sort of a weird feeling to know that every year takes me closer to another decade of life... Of course, you are only as old as you feel, and most days I do feel pretty young. Having a sweet baby girl helps me feel young, too. And I appreciate my wonderful family who loves me despite my *whining* and moodiness.
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