“They say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you”
I love birthdays, whether mine or not. Birthdays make me happy. To me, celebrating life is always a good thing, even with social distancing, even when gifts are few, even without a cake or candles, even without balloons.
I’ve heard from friends near and far about birthday parades with balloons and posters. Will I get a parade? I suspect not. And I’m fine with that, truly.
Birthdays make me happy. It’s so good to see so many with a similar attitude despite the surrounding atmosphere of doom and gloom.
I woke up to a birthday phone call from my older brother. Next I received “happy birthday” and a card from my friend Joyce. My daughter asked me whether I received my surprise yet—I can’t wait to see it. The birthday wishes online were lovely. I even got an email from the Alumni Association at Carnegie Mellon which included a video with students dancing, at least some of them were past student of mine.
What more could I want?
Happy happy me.