Birthdays…

I love birthdays!!! (Photo by my Chandra)

While visiting my family in the US recently, we celebrated many birthdays. That’s because I believe in celebrating birthdays for six months before and six months after the actual date. Each evening we celebrated the birth of at least one of us, and sometimes got carried away and celebrated several at the same time. It was great.


Back home in August, my friend Chris treated me to breakfast at Granville Island, a place I love to visit but don’t get to often since I no longer drive. (My actual birthday is in July. She was close.) Later I treated her to lunch for her birthday, which was in February when I was being too careful to go anywhere before my trip.

Let’s celebrate!

The week of my actual birthday I was invited out one day after another. When dear Vinson called wanting to treat me for my birthday too, I begged off. ‘If you love me, please don’t feed me. They’ll charge me extra for all the weight I’ll gain before I get on the plane.’ (It was before my trip to the U.S.)

We both know that’s not what happens, but Vinson got the message. We celebrated my birthday after I got back from my trip — sometime in August. It was lovely and I was ready by then.

Happy Birthday to youuuu!


I finally got to treat my dear Chinese daughter, Amy, for her birthday (actually in June) in September because I was like a pit bull and just didn’t give up each time she said it wasn’t necessary. For me, it WAS necessary because I love celebrations, especially birthdays of those I love.


All my friends and family embrace this madness of mine. They have no choice. After all, it works well for all concerned. And, you, dear reader are lucky because YOU have my permission to celebrate YOUR birthday for six months before and six months after your birthday as well. Lucky you! Happy birthday indeed!

Talking of birthdays, today actually is my beautiful sister’s Birthday. Happy Birthday Shirley!

25 thoughts on “Birthdays…

  1. It’s a good thing you celebrate birthdays 6 months before and 6 months after the actual birthdays, since none of us ever manage to remember the exact date of when all our birthdays are!

    • Yes Dottur: Our family is notorious for screwing up on actual birth dates. I recall Rafi asking me if I was there the day he was born when I got his birthday wrong — again. Well, I was busy having a baby, I wasn’t thinking of what day it was. What did he expect?
      Just in case, happy birthday. Love, Maughm

  2. What a delightful kind of madness, Muriel! I love it. I’m not at all surprised to find that you are a fellow “moon kid”! (That’s what I call people born under the unfortunately named zodiac sign of Cancer.) My birthday is in July also. Keep celebrating. Hugs on the wing!

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