What is it about Birthdays? You either love them or hate them...there doesn't seem to be an in-between. I've been thinking a lot about birthdays lately...mostly because Little O will be turning two this Sunday. How did she get to be two already? I don't know where that time went...I remember thinking I would never sleep again like a normal person and then suddenly, she's two?! I will admit that the thought of her turning two actually chokes me up...and I will also admit that I cryed last year when she turned one (so why break tradition?!?). Time is one of those things that just slips through your fingers and is gone...and you just can't get it back. Truly I have mixed feelings about her birthday...excitement for her and all of the new things that growing up holds, as well as the sadness for me as I watch her reach milestones and move past them. I can't keep her at this age, as much as I want to sometimes.
I've also been thinking a lot about my own birthday...soon (sooner than I care to even realize) I'll have another birthday of my own. I can't even tell you the last time I had a birthday that was special...seems like my birthdays the last several years have just happened, without any real noteworthy memory to associate with them. I have a friend who makes a huge deal about birthdays and part of me is always envious, wishing that I was on the receiving end of that special birthday treatment.
Maybe birthdays are meant for kids... I've tried to remember my favorite birthday and I honestly only remember one.... the year that I turned thirteen and my mom and dad let me have a slumber party in the camper in our driveway. I still have the pictures to remind me of that day... Is it sad that I haven't had a memorable birthday since then? I'm sure the next one will pass by much the same... Maybe it is up to ME to make the day special?
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