I love my birthday.
I know some women like their birthday, but they are not really all that excited about turning another year older.
I am seriously like a child about my birthday.
As soon as the calendar says March, I start thinking about that day at the end of the month that is MINE!
Yes, I turn 33 on my birthday, and no I am not ashamed to say that. Some people don’t like to admit their age, but I have no problem telling it to you, my students, or a random person on the street.
So what? I am 33…or almost 33.
No, I don’t LIKE that I am getting older, but as my dad says, “it’s better than the alternative.”
So true, dad. So true.
And that is why my birthday is so awesome.
Not only is it my very own special day when I entered this world, but it means I am still here. I made it another year.
I have made it through another year of crap and celebration. Of mountains and valleys. Of anxiety and joys.
I know I spend a LOT of time hating on myself and seeing my downfalls…but for some reason? Every year, my birthday is the day I have no problem celebrating me. Of finding the happy in who I am.
I think it’s because for people to celebrate you on your birthday is natural. It’s easy to take people for granted throughout the year, but birthdays are days we think about the special people in our lives.
And that works for me as well. I mean, it works for me to think about ME that way too.
It’s funny because birthdays were really overemphasized in my family. Yes, my mom and dad made a point of making us the “special kid” on that day because it was our day, but we never had extravagant parties or got out of chores or were allowed to stay home from school or any of that.
We were celebrated simply.
But somehow, out of that simple love, grew a HUGE love of my birthday.
In high school and college I used to remind everyone in my life of how many days there were until my birthday starting at LEAST a month ahead of time.
I don’t go to those extremes anymore, but I do love the people who take the time to really remember that I love my birthday.
Cort is really great at that. He is not that overly attached to his birthday, but he knows it’s a big deal for me and always works extra special hard to make me feel special. As do my parents and some super awesome friends.
(by the way? I LOVE that facebook advertises your birthday…getting a trillion birthday wishes from people who probably don’t even talk to you the rest of the year? I’ll take it!)
So. I love my birthday. March 27, 1978…the day I arrived here from my momma’s tummy.
This whole week coming up is full of birthday wonder and excitement (yes, I even have some pretty awesome giveaways for YOU!!).
As if this whole blog thing isn’t about me enough already? It’s about to get a whole LOT more all about me!
So get ready!
Thus begins…The Week of Kate!!! ::insert me doing my tappity tappity birthday dance…or perhaps shaking what my momma gave me::
Do you love your birthday? Are you a fellow March birthday? Tell me some birthday stuff about YOU!