Today is my birthday. I was born thirty-ish years ago.
And despite the fact that I’m old-er each year, I never love my birthday any less.
In fact, I’m kind of a birthday whore.
Love everything about it.
Presents? Bring ‘em on! Don’t be shy! The more, the merrier!
Decorations? You’re never too old for Sponge Bob!
Cake? Why stop there? Get cupcakes too!
It never gets old having a day that’s all about me.
It never gets old being in the spotlight for a day.
It never gets old having everyone cater to you because it’s the day you were born.
Some people hate their birthday. That I don’t understand. Sure, it’s about getting older and until you hit twenty-one, that’s never an issue. But we’re getting older whether we want to or not, right?
So why not party?