Presents of Mind

You know, as materialistic as I am generally reported to be (and lets face it, I really am), I keep forgetting that birthday= presents.

Don't get me wrong, I do not forget that my birthday is coming up. Far from it. I keep remembering it all day every day. But I periodically realize with pleasant surprise that I will be recieving gifts! Its like when Christmas rolls around and I get so swept up in the buying for others and anticipating their reactions and looking forward to all the merriment involved in Christmas that I forget that presents to ME will be under the tree.

So, I will be getting presents! Me! How exciting and stragely unexpected!

I keep focusing on the celebration parts of my birthday, setting up the dinner with friends, figuring out which family members will be around for my birthday (no sarcastic bile associated with this. People are busy and let me know far in advance with many apologies), when I will get a family birthday dinner, etc. But it just hit me, perhaps for the first time this birthday year, that I will get presents.

Yaay! Celebrate meeeee!