I am definitely not the type of person who broods about getting older with each passing birthday; for me its just another number and an inevitable process of life. What’s the point being sad? However, I often wonder…are birthdays overrated after you reach a certain ‘number’?
If you’re wondering why I am writing about birthdays, it is because I just had one this week. Until a few years ago..okay maybe more than a few years ago I used to like being wished, I would scan my Facebook wall for wishes and diligently reply to each and every one. On the contrary, now, I don’t have my birthday published anywhere and have reached a phase where wishes from people who genuinely remember the date are all that matter.
Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against birthdays and people who like grand celebrations. It’s just that I prefer keeping it low key and celebrating with a special few: husband, parents, close friends. My group of girlfriends here have a routine; we take the birthday girl out for dinner on the eve of her birthday and leave the birthday to be celebrated with family. What started as a surprise dinner, is now an expected occasion: a time for us to catch up, enjoy the company and of course savor good food. And that’s exactly what we did.
The actual birthday was extra special too, as I got to spend it with my mom after ages. A simple lunch at home and dinner in one of our favorite restaurants was all it took to make the day perfect.
Keep in mind though, that just because I don’t like big parties, don’t leave me out of your guest list. I’ll be there at least for the cake :-).