Here’s the thing:
What makes me love birthdays so much?
The people I celebrate them with.
It isn’t really about the date on the calendar, it’s that people are willing to play along and make me feel like I am important. For someone who has spent a lot of time feeling invisible, that is pretty major. That a lot of the people seem to really mean it?
Well.
It means more than I can say.
Paddy gave me a new song, reminded me of some old ones, and asked me to sing them with him.
Rick made sure I got from point B back to point A safely and kept my glass full for 3 days.
Chelle made snow angels with me.
Kelly reminded me of all the things I shouldn’t put on my junk and kept me laughing. He also made sure my glass stayed full.
Diane made sure I had a place to get people together and tolerated all of our shenanigans. She is a Goddess.
People played games with me, bought me drinks and dinner, drove me places, gave me hugs and presents and sent me spin cycles in huge boxes. All of my friends and family sent me texts and messages and posted on Facebook and generally made me feel like I am loved and valued.
And there is still more to come during the rest of the week and this weekend.
Why doesn’t everyone love birthdays?
Well, if everyone knew the same people I do…everyone would love every day.
You all are the best.