I've had 22 of these things. Birthdays. Twenty-two birthdays filled with various themed parties, surprise parties, roller-skating parties and sleepover parties. The years, though exceptionally wonderful, have left me with false expectations of a day that is like every other day.
When a birthday rolls around, I feel a convolution of emotions. The anticipation that seems to swallow you whole as a child melts away to a lackluster event that you feel the need, no the pressure, to enjoy. That really shouldn't be the case.
One must enjoy the day for what it is.
A birthday is a day to indulge in some cake, have some folks around you that think you're great and kick back. It's a day to be thankful for your life and to be reminded of the people that care about you.