I happen to think that birthdays are special, but in a greater sense– not just in the let's-throw-a-big-bash sense. More and more, I also happen to think that birthdays should be more about honoring your mom than not– because, let's face it, she wasn't exactly comfortable that day!
But also, and admittedly this has taken me several years to figure out, birthdays and life in general is about the boring things. The best things in life are about those moments in between — the cracks that often get unnoticed. A good meal, a nice small purchase, a walk with a friend, and a bright late summer day– these are the things worth remembering. The big productions and the big thrills are also wonderful, of course; but the point is that most lives are small and it's only the reckoning ex post facto that brings along the realization of just how important those little moments were and are.
Incidentally, if you're a local, you want to go to Wisdom DC and have a cocktail. That way you'll understand why I'm so delightfully impaired while writing ;o) But hey– I believe I've written an entry for every single birthday I've had this blog, and I'm not about to give up that tradition.
It's the little things, after all..