I have always had a strange relationship with birthdays. I have lots of birthday memories and while I remember them as great days to look forward to and one of my favorite days of the year "like Christmas but it is all about you", I also remember a good amount of tears. I don't remember what I wore to school on my birthday in elementary school, but by high school I had taken to dressing up special on my birthday. More often then not it was a black dress though since there was always something a little morose about the day. I feel like birthdays are such an emotionally charged day and I am always just seconds away from tears some of them happy and some sad. As an adult, I am still all about birthdays, I talk about it non stop for the weeks leading up to it so that people will know (and are not expected to remember) it is coming up. And then I throw/plan my own party in some way or another so that the day is recognized.
This morning several 5th grade students sneaked into the auditorium to wait for me, when I entered and was about to ask what they were doing there before 7:35 since I was early, they broke into "Happy Birthday". Then Gustavo, whose birthday is tomorrow, went around and told all of the other grade levels that it was my birthday. So I ended up with lots of birthday hugs and well wishes. Later this evening I am getting together with friends for tapas and sangria at Jaleo. I think it will be a fine way to start off my 39th year.