Do you celebrate your birthday, especially in later years, or do you see it as just another day of the week that just happens to notch up another year in age?
As a kid, birthdays were looked forward to with excitement at the prospect of parties and games, special tea and cake, and of course presents.
In latter years, parties and presents took a back seat, but it was nice to mark the day with a special treat or meal out so that I didn’t have to cook.
I’ve written four posts about Dorothy Poole, one of which was about her birthday, and although I haven’t written anything about her for quite a while, she’s still there in my mind for a few more posts to come.
Birthdays of note for me have been a bit of a washout, though for my 50th Hubby and I did have a lovely chinese meal out, just the two of us, as I didn’t want any fuss.
My sister is the one for celebratory parties, her next will be in 3 years when she hits 70.
My 60th coincided with our Silver Wedding Anniversary and MSM had Maggie for us overnight so that we could have a night in a hotel. I had a luxury bath with lashings of bubbles and came out all pink and pruny. We ate strawberries and chocolates watching TV in bed, and the following day pigged out on a fabulous breakfast.
It’s Hubby’s birthday today, and he doesn’t like to celebrate, seeing it as just another day. He’s happy at the thought of going to bed with a younger woman for the next six months though!
However, I like to mark the day for him. Nothing fancy, but I made him a cheeky card (all DIY paint pots and brushes etc) and gave him a small token gift which we’ll hang up tomorrow. We’ve been out today and had lunch, so the diet is on pause for 24 hours.
Happy Birthday Love.