Today is my birthday.
I have turned 76.
I’m never in a celebrationary mood for my birthday.
I’m more Pagan. Pagans believed a few evil spirits lurked around you at that time of aging a year. That’s why we wish each other a “happy” day – a transmogrification of bad to good!
Why else should a day, where I did nothing but get born seventy six years ago, be such an extra “happy” day?
Birthdays should be congratulationary to the mother not the child, don’t you think?
My mother and I had the same birthday day. The 27th of September. My birthday used to be more fun when we both did it together.
So today, I am wishing my mother happy birthday in memorium.
I thank her for giving me life and for keeping evil spirits away on the many birthdays we did together. Double birthdays are more fun.
And much cheaper!