Many people don't enjoy their birthday's. In fact, some people don't even want to acknowledge they have a birthday. I don't subscribe to that train of thought. Not only do I not subscribe, I go full on in the opposite direction. I celebrate my birthday for an entire month. And lucky for me,it's February, and February is my Birthday month. My husband thinks I'm nuts (although I think he's a little jealous). My kids are completely in my camp. Although it's probably because they're hoping to celebrate their birthdays for an entire month as well. That won't be happening.
Yes, I acknowledge I'm getting older. This birthday puts me firmly into my late 30's. I have no problem with that. Sure, I feel like I'm getting older. Some days more than others. When I look in the mirror, I see the crows feet starting at the edges of my eyes. I see the gray hairs becoming more plentiful. I see parts of my body starting to sag more than they did 10 years ago. And yet, I am the strongest, fittest and healthiest I have ever been. I work hard at taking good care of my body. I'm proud of that. I don’t' know what 37 is supposed to feel like. And I don't really care.
I don’t' mind getting older and I spend much of my time taking care of others, I don’t' think asking my family to celebrate my birthday for 26 whole days is asking too much. I did suggest they buy me small gifts for each day, kinda like Chanukah, but I'm not holding my breath.