How do I feel about birthdays? It’s simple: when I stop having birthdays, I’m dead, so I prefer to have a few more. How many? Maybe ten; not many more than that.
As for celebrating, it’s a non-event except for having the kids and g-kids over and eating too much Texas sheet cake (almost the food of the gods, is Texas sheet cake). Now, that is a celebration. No presents. I’ve got enough Home Depot gift cards to last several lifetimes.
I think conception day is more interesting than a birthday. Born in September? Your parents were huddled up in the dead of winter trying to keep warm. No wonder September is a popular month. What else are they going to do in January to keep warm? I was conceived in the springtime — maybe in a field of clover — probably explains my allergies, but I was definitely not the product of two people trying to stay warm.
(Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. I think September is … an okay month to be born … not as good as January, but okay.)