I’ve been thinking a lot about birthdays lately. Did you know that October is the most popular month for birthdays? (My calendar sure reflects that, and don’t think too hard about the math. Ew.)
We continue in the theme of showing those around us we care about them, because at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters. Mr. SIT’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago, and I got up early to make the coffee, shopped that week for his favorites, took time out of my relaxing morning to take a stroll with him since he likes it and so on. It got me to thinking — even though it was just a regular “workday” to the rest of the world, I treated him as I should every day. It was a special day to us.
I find myself doing the same on my birthday. I save that special outfit, spritz on a little of my favorite perfume, am just a tad more daring, and take care to spend time with loved ones. Why don’t I act this way every day? Every day should be like a little party.
So my new mantra is this: to treat every day as if it’s a birthday — give myself the gift of health and happiness the other 364 days of the year, and give others my best, as if it were their birthday. Come on Southerners, isn’t that really the very definition of our famous hospitality?