Birthday Week

It's my birthday week!!!!

Now I know typically your birthday is only a day, but for me it gets to be a week. This has become a pretty well known fact with my friends and family. In fact I was talking to my friend the other day, and I sort of had an off day, and she sweetly reminded me that it would get better because the next day started my birthday week! (I've trained them well.)

I mean, there are 365 days a year. Why should I only get one?

It seems much more reasonable that I get one of the 52 weeks out of the year.

I don't really know where this started, I wasn't spoiled as a child. I had wonderful birthdays and I was very well loved but I was not raised to demand a whole week. I think I just decided as an adult that one solitary day was not good enough.

Now I don't ask a lot. I don't need presents (or a lot of them!) or dinners at fancy restaurants. I simply need attention.and lots of it. Rub my head, my feet, refill my drink, let me pick what's on TV, and of course the most important thing, dote on me. Yes, I require lots of doting during my birthday week.

And, if I don't make a big deal of my birthday, who will?

Every year I ask my husband what he wants for his birthday, and what he wants to do, and his response is always the same, "I don't care." Well honey, if you don't care I'm not sure I do! (Although every year I struggle to get him the perfect gift and make the day special nonetheless.) But it's a whole lot more fun if he gets excited about it.

I have very little expectations. I just like my birthday and want everyone else to like it too.

And I figure, if I keep this attitude it will make all the birthdays that are to come that no one looks forward to (pretty much every one after 29, right?) bearable and fun even! I don't ever want to be sad about my birthday, no matter what the number is.

No, I think I'm going to be thankful for every one.

Psalm 39:4

O LORD, make me know my end
and what is the measure of my days;
let me know how fleeting I am!

Emily