Today is my birthday, just another day. It wasn't always "just another day." In fact, in all previous years, my parents always made it special. Even though I was born a few days before Christmas, and the doctor told them to take me home on Christmas Eve and put me under the tree, it was always special. I always had a separate cake and gifts; my birthday never got lost in the busyness of Christmas. Even up until a few years ago, my parents got me a cake. Now, they didn't this year; however, they did take me out to eat Sunday.
Today, I had to work for the first time ever. Today promised to be "just another day," or so the devil would have it. However, God brought a few people to brighten it.
My parents called right after 5am and sang to me. Around 10am, my bff showed up at my door at work. She came with a pumpkin spiced latte in hand and a bag of pumpkin spice creamers, a cupcake recipe book, and a "Calgon, take me away" kit. I cried when I read her card. I cried a lot today.
Later, the sister of a former friend sent me a recorded "Happy Birthday" via Facebook. I don't even know how she did it. I should note I have never even met her. Then, there were the Facebook messages from many people: current and former colleagues, former students from a few years ago as well as from decades ago. Tomorrow night boss #2 wants to take me to dinner at Breakwater, a local restaurant that's too ritzy for my taste and pocketbook, but the gesture is nice. For now, I'm going to let Calgon take me away, and then I will settle in with the furry loves of my life.
P.S. A young buck of 40 at work said there was no way I looked 54. THAT was nice!