I have always felt birthdays to be a special thing. For as long as I can remember, my birthday was a special day that my family and friends had celebrated in some form / fashion. When I was really, really young there would be parties – even with some decoration and what not. But that didn’t last long. What did last is the wishes. No matter where I have been, I was always reminded that my loved ones were always there.
I have also never really associated “birthday” with “age”. Not to mention that I don’t really associate “age” with the number of years one has been living. One’s “birthday” to me is more of a yearly marker. An opportunity for the friends and family, i.e., loved ones, to remind that [s]he is special and our lives are brighter because of them in our lives.