Birthday: (n) the anniversary of the day on which a person was born
There are too many things we do in life that are either absent purpose or have lost direction, but continue to be honored in some awkward way.
Because we do not understand the true value of a birthday, we come up with cakes, cards, silly gifts, and nervous congratulatory statements to cruise through the twenty-four hours, relieved that it only happens once a year.
The reason for a birthday is to establish how well we have used the blessing of 365 days.
If you find yourself discontented or embarrassed to look back on the activities of the previous year, then you know the greatest gift you can be given on your birthday is a gentle kick in the “assaroni” to do better.
Our lives should mean something.
They should not be apologies for the activity level we have selected, based upon our circumstances.
They should not be a listing of the people who love us because we have decided to love them.
A birthday is a celebration of growth in the passing of a year, instead of passing a year with no growth.
There are three things I want to hear on my birthday:
1. We’re glad you’re here.
2. You make our lives better and easier.
3. We are astounded at how many of the things you wanted to do this year that you were able to accomplish.
Now, that is a Happy Birthday.