Except, it never does go unnoticed by my sweet family. They are happy to remind me that today is my special day. That today I am 28. That today I am grateful. I am happy. I am remembered. I am loved.
So, with a bit of a spring in my step I am off to celebrate my birthday like any proper person, or at least, proper 2-year old (as those who are 2 in this house would); with a breakfast of pancakes.
Wishing all of you a blissful Monday.