Make each one better than the last.
I love birthdays. Not my own necessarily, which is right around the corner, but everyone else’s. I look at them as an opportunity to show people how glad I am that they were born. It’s likely that this feeling came from my sweet mother as she too loved celebrating birthdays. Mine is close to Easter, so mom’s homemade bunny cakes and clever egg hunts were a common occurrence in my younger years. In exchange, when we would go out to dinner for her birthday, I would sneak off to ask the waiter for a serenade and dessert to make her feel special. I tried this with my older brothers too but quickly learned that being the center of attention in a restaurant was not their idea of birthday fun.Continue Reading