After an interesting evening with friends and acquaintances, I tried to keep up for the twelve o’clock birthday phone calls. Age catches up no matter how much you deny it. I must have dozed just before twelve. I was woken up by a birthday song, cake and champagne, a missed call from a very good friend and my mother in law.
People who know me, know how much I love birthdays. Mine most of all. I will ask people to call me send me gifts make it special. Up until very recently I have done all of the above. I gathered, you wont get what you want unless you explicitly ask for it.
The past few years I have noticed my six year old niece do the same. She reminds us it is her birthday atleast four months in adavance. I find it cute that she has inherited this very annoying trait from me. I also find that people actually make an effort to indulge in her.
This year, I was too busy sorting out my life. Too busy to remember to remind people. Too busy to be cute. I was busy growing up. I was too busy learning to be an adult.
So the birthday came. With no effort on my part to make my day special, I had the most incredible birthday in the longest time. I realized that there are people who celebrate my existence whether or not it is my birthday. I realized that I love the memories I am making for myself as time passes by and I don’t really need a specific day to do that.
May be age has really caught on. But I still love birthdays. This time I actually grew up a little.