This week, I welcomed my birthday all by myself.
I goofed and scheduled myself to work the night shift before my birthday. I didn't even realize what day it was until I had to chart something a little after midnight, and had to line through the date thinking I was mistaken.
At the time, I kicked myself, a little annoyed that I wasn't getting a full night's sleep on my special day. I could have been writing, or reading in bed, or anticipating little handmade cards.
But on my break, when I looked out the window as the sun came up, I was absolutely tickled.
I saw my day come in. And it was all mine.