Every year I dread the arrival of my birthday. It is such an anti-climactic day and for years it always felt like something was missing.
Maybe it’s because when I was a kid, my birthday was a big and special day – and now there is nothing special about it.
Maybe it’s because my husband is not the kind of guy who celebrates anything, my special occasions included.
Maybe it’s because I have this idea that everyone around me has more exciting birthday experiences than I do.
Maybe I’m just getting old.
Whatever it is, I always feel like it could be more.
Today was different, though. I had no expectations. In fact, I expected that it would be nothing special and nothing more than any other day. And because of this tempered expectation, I was not disappointed when there were no big hugs and kisses and home-made cards from my kids. I was happy to spend the morning getting some exercise and getting to know a new friend. We had a nice family dinner at my favourite restaurant, and I was pleasantly surprised when my husband gave me a birthday card with some thoughtful words written on it. The only birthday gift I got today was a free birthday drink from Starbucks.