Today is my birthday.
Yup. Yes, it is.
MY birth day, the day of my birth. When angels sang and people cried out of shock of my pure goodliness and innocence.
It was a special day. Obviously.
So how does someone celebrate such an utterly significant day?!
Well, just like any other day for me, really.
I don't know why birthdays aren't a big deal at our house, they just aren't. And I'm okay with that. I still went to work, I still will go to church tonight, went grocery shopping earlier. Heck, I still did the dishes and folded laundry. Why do we think just because its our birthday that the whole world stops? It doesn't.
You know why we think on our birthday that the whole world should stop? Because gosh darn it, it should. We should have one day a year where things are different. Where we can relieve some of the pressure of every day life. One day a year isn't enough to celebrate the amazing people around us, to let them know today is all about you because I don't think about you enough, just you.
Maybe I should re-think the whole "birthday's aren't a big deal" thing...huh.
Now I just have to get the kids in on only thinking about me for one day, like that's EVER going to happen!
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