Growing up, I LOVED my birthday. The New Year would start and I’d begin my countdown. When March rolled around, my countdown became more serious and I let just about everyone that I came in contact with know how many days it was until my birthday. Sometimes, I’d even jokingly begin the countdown again once my birthday ended.
It was always an exciting day. Easter usually fell around my birthday and my parents would treat me to an Easter bunny ice cream cake and my Dad would surprise me with a meal worthy of a 5-star restaurant menu. Some years, it’d snow and I’d have the day off from school and other years the flowers were already blooming with the early spring.
Since living in Florida, I would typically take the day off from work and head to the beach or Disney to enjoy the day with my husband – and more recently, little man too. It was a day that I always looked forward to because it reminded me of how loved I am.
In recent years, I have stopped my regular countdown and sometimes didn’t even realize how quickly my birthday was approaching until someone asked me about it. I would still take the day off and do something fun but the countdown was no longer a part of it. I started to feel older and older as the years flew by and I was surprised at how quickly time was passing.
This year is different. Although I didn’t count the days leading up to my birthday, I still felt the excitement of it. This year, I feel so incredibly blessed to be here and to be cancer free and able to celebrate my birthday with the ones that I love.
I mean, how incredible is a birthday? It’s a reminder of the day that you came into this world, of all that you have accomplished in the years you’ve spent on this earth and a new start to the year ahead. It’s a true blessing and a day to be thankful for all that you have in this life. What’s not to love?