Yesterday was my birthday. I am not a big birthday person. The day comes and goes; every year it comes and goes. Not quite a birthday Scrooge, but I’m just not a big birthday person. Receiving gifts is not my love language, so presents and a cake are not high on my priority list.
But yesterday was a great birthday. Each of our children called and 2-year old Caleb sang “Happy Birthday” on my voice mail. I would have been happy enough with that. In fact, it doesn’t get any better than that in my book.
But it was also a great birthday because of Facebook. I have mentioned my love-hate relationship with Facebook before, but yesterday I loved Facebook. Facebook tells me that 53 people wished me a happy birthday. I looked at the list again this morning. 53 well-wishes on the day. 53 birthday greetings from ten states and four countries in three different languages. Continue reading