My birthday went exactly as I had requested: quiet with no hoopla, cake, or presents.
Since my teen years all I've really wanted on the day of my birthday was a recognition of the day. I don't want attention on me for just surviving one more year of life. When I pass the age of 60--okay, maybe I'll change my mind. It isn't that I don't like attention. I love it when I'm performing or teaching or talking. My birthday isn't one of those days that I want attention. Honest. This year no one attempted to make me have a celebration. I had a good excuse for not wanting a party or presents or even tacit recognition.
To think that I said last year that my parents never needed to get me another birthday gift ever. Who could have known it would be my last present from my father?
What about you? What do you like on your birthday?