Something about birthdays makes me giddy. Maybe it’s having a very special day to myself (and anyone else who shares it with me), or maybe it’s just the anticipation of what surprises the day might bring. Whatever it is, I like it. As we get older though, the celebrations change little by little as do our priorities. When I once wished for a pony, I now wish for pony hair pumps… well, I’d still take a pony to be perfectly honest. Cupcakes, balloons, candles, and presents. What’s not to like about celebrating another year of life?