Facebook is the best thing to happen to birthdays since cake.
I know that not everyone agrees with me. At least one friend probably wishes that I would stop remembering the birthday he chooses not to mark publicly.
I just can't let go of the idea that birthdays are an amazing thing, though, so I selfishly celebrate everyone else's birthdays as well as my own.
A birthday is the day that commemorates the fact that someone wasn't, until suddenly they were. Birthdays commemorate magic! (while I concede that technically birth is biology, I maintain that it actually is magic)
A birthday is also the day that celebrates successfully having completed one more trip around the sun, three hundred and sixty five more days above the soil. This is also a feat worth noticing.
Over twelve years I had gotten used to receiving a dozen roses on my birthday. I'd missed them these last three.
This year, I decided to treat myself.
Almost, I cried in the flower shop. Instead, I cried in the car in the parking lot of my building. Buying flowers for my own birthday did not used to be my job.
It is now.
It is magic that I am here. Today is the day I remember that once upon a time I wasn't, until suddenly I was. Today is the day I thank God for the privilege of waking up to put my feet on the ground.
Happy Birthday to Me!