Why is it every year I have some expectation of what the day
of my actual birthday will be like and for some reason, the day never lives up
to my expectation? I am thankful that I gets gifts for my birthday and that I
celebrate it. Some families don't even celebrate birthdays, and I am not in one
of them. I am one of those people that actually likes to celebrate my birthday
on the actual day. If you don't do this, then your actual birthday is just like
any other day, and who wants that when you're supposed to be celebrating? When
I go out to dinner for my birthday, I like it to be my actual birthday, not the
closest weekend to my birthday. I want to open my presents on the exact day,
not when it is convenient for everyone else to get around to giving me the
present. I don't want to share this day with anyone else; I want it to be special.
I know this may sound selfish, but, after all, isn't that what this day that
comes around only once a year is really all about. I really didn't do anything
to be born, it was all up to my parents, yet I am receiving gifts. If it's not
about being selfish, then why do we give presents for birthdays to the birthday
person and not the person who actually did the job on that day...
Yes, you may be thinking that other people have the same
birthday as I. I understand that other people might have the same birthday as
I, but how often do we know someone with our same birthday? Not many people do.
As it just so happens, I do, but he is a young child of my best friend and
doesn't live in the vicinity of me. I just think we all deserve to have this day
set aside to be special. Why is it that many people want their day to be
special, but when it is someone else's birthday, it seems like just another day
to us? As you get older, it seems birthdays become less important to everyone
except the person whose birthday it is. People begin to acknowledge your
birthday by a mere, "Happy Birthday," as though it is an obligation,
a task, an effort to even utter the two words. You get less presents, parties,
and attention. If anything, you should be getting more, because at least when
you are older you can truly appreciate and enjoy these things. How many of us
remember our 2nd birthday? Or even our 10th? 14th? 19th? What did you do? What
did you get? These younger birthdays should be less extravagant. As we get older,
our birthdays should just keep getting better and better, as if you just don't
know how it could be topped.
I guess it all begins with the night before my birthday. As
long as I can remember, I go to bed that night expecting to wake up changed,
transformed, new. Only the most excellent dreams come to me in my sleep, and
the next day, the dreams are fulfilled. After that, I expect everyone to be
celebrating with me; everyone circling around me showering me with confetti, so
the whole day, I feel like a Queen (not that I want people bowing to me). I
think the sun rose today, just for me. It continues to shine and sparkle as
though it is winking at me and saying, "Jessica, you are a Queen today,
and yes, I will make you feel like one. I rose just for you. I am shining,
because I know that will make your day that much more special. I am yellow
today, because that is your favorite color. Yes, Jessica, you are special, and
today is special, because it is YOUR day!" As I go about my day, I want
people to glow and smile, knowing it is my day, and doing whatever they can to
make it more special for me.
Someone has come in my house and there are flowers
and balloons everywhere, what a great surprise. I wonder how this occurred
without my knowledge. What a fabulous person who did this! I get calls from
people whom I talk to very occasionally; but for some reason, every year, they
remember my birthday... how thoughtful of them. They remember my birthday, as
they know I remember theirs. Everyone wants to take me out and to do fun things
that you don't do on a regular basis, go to a fancy restaurant, have
adventures, and participate in spectacular events. The day is most joyful and
the possibilities are limitless. I arrive at my house to find a surprise
birthday party waiting for me. All of my friends are celebrating with me,
having a grand time. In walks the man of my dreams... the guy I've waited my
whole life for. I know it before I even meet him. He is there, and there's an
instant spark and bond, yet he does not consume all my time or thoughts. I am
off in the next moment, knowing he and I will meet up later, for we have the
rest of our lives. I am mingling with all of my friends, who have heard so much
about each other but never met. They meet, and everyone gets along fabulously.
Toasts are shared, as are letters from peoples' whose lives I've impacted. It
is the hours of the morning, and the night is coming to an end. I finally
get to bed exhausted from the most spectacular day known to anyone. I know my
dreams tonight will be filled with my reality from the day.
Belated Happy birthday
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