Birthdays

My birthday is this week. I usually remind my husband for weeks prior to the date in order to make sure that he does not forget. My birthday holds many memories both good and not so good. Like when I was in elementary school and would come home from school to find a birthday cake waiting for me that mom had made that morning. Or the year Lee was sick and we stayed in all day. This year I think I've only mentioned it twice. It has become evident to me that in the process of aging you eventually reach a point where the number of years does not matter so much anymore. And then birthday's become more of a day to do something special verses finally reaching a certain age. Because I tend to mention it to Lee he has been asking me me what I would like to do, what would I like to get, or if I have any ideas but, I am drawing a blank. Instead of the usual enthusiasm there is nothing. Now you must know that he has out done himself every single year always coming up with really good gifts so its not like he needs specific directions. But I can usually have a few ideas. I'm not sure what that means, if anything, however it is making me think.