Snow on My Birthday

Today is my birthday. And, today, we woke up to a snow storm--a glorious white snow storm.

I often get asked, "Is having a December birthday awful?" And, my answer is very loud, "No!".

At least for me, a December birthday has always been magical. It must be my Swedish heritage because I love cold, snowy days. It is like I am reborn when the snow starts. I feel like all of my Swedish DNA cries out, "Finally, this is what we were born for."

December birthdays are usually jammed between many family events which means I have always been able to celebrate my birthday surrounded by groups of people that I love. My older brother and sisters would be home from BYU or I would be at BYU surrounded by wonderful roommates. My birthday always fell during finals week and we always would stop and celebrate it because we needed the break from it all.

And, because of the craziness of the season, I am wished Happy Birthday all month long. My freshman year, we celebrated all of the December birthdays during reading days, then I flew home to another birthday celebration and later, I got together with my high school friends and we had another party. A December birthday always feels just a little bit more exciting and special because of the season.

So, today, having awakened to a glorious snow storm is the perfect way to start my 36th year. Later, I am getting together with friends and then at night, we are headed out again to celebrate with dentist husband and kids. I can just feel this is going to be a magical year. (But truth be told, the other 35 have been wonderful too.) And, in not forgetting some other wonderful December birthdays, Happy Birthday Lisa, Cassy, Lyssa and Noelle.