Birthdays.. Just another day

    For my birthday, my father gave me a gift. All day long I heard his voice running through my head. When I was younger I was forever eager to greet my father on the morning of his birthday. His response would always be "It's just another day." This rang clear in my head from the moment I stirred this morning.
    When I woke up I didn't feel the usual giddy excitement of birthdays. It was simply.... another day. A wonderful woman sent me a message that both proved my father's statement true and opened my eyes to a new light.

Life can't be counted in candles, or measured in number of years, its counted in small joys and good times and laugh lines, as well as in heartaches and tears.

Life can't be counted in candles, but in things done with effort and pride- with dreams followed boldly and hopes kept alive - in times we've failed- but tried.

Life can't be counted in candles or measured in years that have flown - it's counted in kindnesses, close friends and loved ones, and all the sweet blessings we've known.

In the midst of your hectic life, I hope you have a moment to reflect on what difference you are making. On your birthday, wishing you always - love to surround you, warm memories to cheer you and happiness to fill your heart.

    Birthdays are just another day; another day of living the life I have chosen and changing the world. Reading this message made me realize that the years don't matter. My actions, however, will forever matter.

Happy birthday to me.