Yesterday was my 38th birthday. I had a very nice day. We picked up my daughter early from school. Had a free sandwich from Firehouse Subs. Went to the zoo. Had dinner with my mom, dad, mom-in-law and grandmothers.
I kept checking Facebook along the way. The very kind wishes and quick messages through the day made the whole day more special. Just small, constant reminders that people were thinking of me. It made me happy in a way that birthday cards rarely do.
Birthday cards are pre-fab. They rarely say what you need them to say and, even when they do, you have to decide whether to keep it filed away someplace or recycle. I generally recycle.
That’s not to say that birthday cards are bad. My grandmother always takes a lot of time to pick out the best card and writes a long, special message every time. Then, she further personalizes by underlining the key phrases in the card that she wants to emphasize. Something very special will be gone from my life when she isn’t around to do that. I don’t want my grandmother to post to my Facebook Wall.
But everybody else, thanks for thinking of me. Your thoughts, messages and notes made me feel like I had friends with me all day.
Ubiquitous. Quotidian. 
I agree. Facebook birthdays are the best. Sometimes I feel tired and it takes a bit more effort to see who has a birthday and wish them a special one, but then I always remember how wonderful I felt on my birthday with the Facebook wishes and give that extra effort. It’s nice to know someone else feels the same and appreciates the well wishes. It was fun finding the Beatles one for you. 🙂
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It made me smile. I forget sometimes how much of a friendship is made up of small things.
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