Thirty days has September, April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Except for February alone,
which has twenty-eight rain or shine,
but on leap year, twenty-nine.
It is that time again–my birthday month!
Abundant life should be given abundant celebration. Certainly one’s birthday is a momentous occasion that is entitled to far more than a piddly little single day, or evening, that tradition allots.
Each day in the month of August, I attempt to purposely celebrate my birthday in some small (or large) fashion. Now is when I often say, “Oh, it’s my birthday month–spend thirty minutes on the porch…bake cookies…buy that book…or Chanel #5!”
I learned this good practice many years ago from fellow writer and wise friend, Cait London. The other day I was told by a younger friend that she had taken up the birthday-month practice and passes it on to others, too.
So, passing this idea on to you, dear reader, is my gift to you. If you have heard me speak of this practice in years past, I am reminding you now. If you have already taken it up, good for you! Let me know.
If you are new to the idea, please take it and make it your own, and pass it on.