Birthdays

I love birthdays. Even more importantly, I love MY birthday. I love that there is one day dedicated entirely to me.

I am a December baby. Most people don't like it when they have a birthday so close to Christmas. I don't mind it. I think my birthday is just far enough away. Any closer and I probably wouldn't like it. I would especially hate it if my birthday were between Christmas and New Year's! Growing up my mom always did a good job of separating my birthday from Christmas. She would never wrap my presents in Christmas paper, and she would never combine gifts for the occasions. She did a great job at making it special for me. Sometimes she even does the 12 Days of Birthday. I think this is the reason I love it so much.

The funny thing about my birthday is that people will start mentioning it around Thanksgiving. It doesn't occur until a few weeks later. Then comes Christmas and since I didn't see all my relatives on my birthday, they are still giving me cards and gifts. This easily continues through New Year's. I think I must have the longest birthday ever! Seriously, Thanksgiving-New Year's? Not that I'm complaining. The longer and more often we celebrate, the better.