Birthdays

I have always loved birthdays.

I'm not sure if it's because of how my younger birthdays were spent or if I've started enjoying them more since I've grown up (Sort of) but I adore birthdays regardless of the reason.

They are such fun days!

You get presents, cake and an entire day dedicated to your existence, what's not to like, right?

When I was little (I'm still little but I mean younger as well) my mother and father used to do a lot of effort for my birthday. We had a lot more money back then so I was allowed parties with lots of people, sweets, chips and a specially made cake. I got presents galore and it was my day. Nobody was allowed to be mean or upset because it was my day and I called the shots, I think that was what appealed to me the most, the power that I held for that brief moment in time, where anything could happen.

As I got older, I kind of lost the excitement for my birthday because I still had to go to school and for five years we always had a Math test on the day of my birthday or the day after so either way my day would be ruined (I despise Math and I always will. Don't try change my mind.) The other down side of my high school birthdays was that I used to invite all my friends to my party and only a few people would ever show up and they almost never brought presents, which was fine, but deep down I was always disappointed because of that and the lack of birthday wishes always made me feel like they didn't really care about me.

I love presents, not for how much they cost or what they are but because of the fact that the person who gives it to me has thought of me and gone through the effort to purchase this gift in order to try and make me happy and I love that.

The thought is really what counts.

I've had twenty-three birthdays so far and I honestly cannot remember what happened on most of them, I remember the people that were there and I sometimes remember who got me what present, however, I barely remember the people that weren't there or the things that we did because that was never what mattered to me. The people who care about you and the memories that we make with them, that is all that matters and all that ever will.

P.S: Happy Belated Birthday to both my moms.

I love you both ceaselessly and I always will.

Have a great year xx

Thanks for reading xx