Almost every year, it rains on my birthday. I’m a May baby. Somone who loves spring despite the allergies. Even the rain can’t keep me down.
Today is my birthday and besides the rain, there’s a pandemic. I get to wear a mask and stay six feet away from people. I don’t get to travel abroad or even locally. I don’t get to go to a restaurant and have a nice wine. I get to Netflix and chill. I get to dream of better days. I get to be well, though. And for that I am most assuredly grateful.
I think celebrating a birthday diring a pandemic is an odd gift. Well, maybe not a gift per se. But one can see that a birthday signals life and what better way to be grateful for breathing and being with loved ones.