One of my dearest friends turned 30 yesterday, and when I called to tell her "Happy 30th!", she sounded disappointed. So I quickly informed her that I was only 33 days behind her. This fact didn't seem to cheer her up like I thought it would.

Maybe it's my sense of childlike wonder, but I love celebrating birthdays. Almost as much as the Gilmore Girls do. I love how Lorelai makes a production out of celebrating her daughter. From telling her the story of how she was born...

... to creating a party for the ages complete with feather boas and tiaras...

I think birthdays are meant to be celebrated big or small. What do you think?