It was an uncommonly warm day for San Diego and I especially enjoyed the sunshine because growing up more often than not it snowed on my birthday. And more often than not everyone complained about the snow and said, "I can't believe it's snowing in April." And I wanted to tell them, "Actually, it does every year."
Anyhow back to my thought on birthdays, I received all sorts of wonderful gifts. One friend brought me a cake the day before my birthday. It was lovely, it looked like an open book with a book worm. I should have taken a photo but it was eaten too fast. We had an impromptu party with my kids some of their friends and Lizzy's cello teacher. One friend sent me a book, another made me a necklace, my sister wrote a really nice blog about me. I got a rice cooker and some laundry baskets. I felt very loved.
But several of my closest friends forgot and I can tell they felt bad, but they shouldn't. Birthdays are opportunities not obligations. They are a chance to do something nice for someone we care about. They should never be a source of guilt. Some years we remember, some years we don't. I told Bill this and then ammended that this is in no way true for Valentine's.
