Today is my birthday. I confess that I enjoy the attention I always receive on this day. I’ve only had a couple birthday parties. My wife surprised me completely with a party on my 60th. I never saw it coming. Several relatives and friends told stories about me in a sort of mini roast. It was a great evening.
So, why do we celebrate birthdays? Aren’t they just a reminder that we’re one year closer to meeting the Grim Reaper? Is our mere survival something to be marked with greetings, parties, and cake? What an achievement: I lived another year!
I think it’s just a nice way to tell a person he or she is appreciated … that folks are happy to be sharing their lives with us. It’s a day to feel special … to feel loved.
My wife got me a bottle of my favorite cologne, and we’ll be dining out tonight.
Today I’m basking in the glow of attention … and hope to celebrate 30 or 40 more of these!
Our thought for today is from Sam Levenson:
“It was on my fifth birthday that papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, ‘Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm’.”