I've found that the older I get, the less I like birthdays. I like them to be acknowledged with more of a whisper than a bang.
That being said, here are a few reasons why my birthday didn't suck this year.
• I got a cow pie. see previous post
• I got nice cards and gifts in general. People are so thoughtful, even when you're old and surly about your birthday.
• At the end of each month, the admins in my office post on bulletin boards the names of people having a birthday or work anniversary the following month. In our department, I am happily the only April birthday so I was able to rip down the birthday posting before anyone got the chance to see it. Was I a poor sport? Probably. Did I avoid confetti on my desk and perfunctory birthday wishes from co-workers? You bet.
• The co-workers I am close to and who know it's my birthday without a bulletin-board reminder quietly brought in brownies and muffins anyway. How nice was that?
• I got a lot of Facebook birthday wishes. That's a relatively new thing for me in terms of my birthday, and I like it. You get nice little notes and comments from your friends and relatives to read at your leisure.
• On the actual evening of my birthday - not the weekend before or the weekend after - I had a nice, relaxing dinner at BW3 with my son Joey, his girlfriend Francisca, my daughter Chrissy, her husband Bryan, my sister and brother-in-law. A nice group. Casual. Fun. And, to make it even better, earlier that day my daughter had her second ultra sound and found out she is having a baby boy. So mixed in with my birthday gifts was a little blue onesie making the announcement. Except for Chrissy and Bryan of course, we all got the news together.
Here's a picture of the cute little guy, taken on my birthday (not his):
His name is Vincent. That's a profile of his sweet little head on the left and his giant belly on the right.
Now that's one birthday I am looking forward to.
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