I've had several great birthdays. In fact, all my birthdays are great because it means I was blessed with another year.
My birthday when I was around 6 or 7 was nice. Got to swim with friends and ride horses.
My 13th birthday was memorable because Kent was supposed to come, but ended up not coming. I called him a jerk and loser that day. My friends were great though. They lifted my spirits and we ended the day with a water balloon fight.
My 22nd birthday was nice. I believe it fell on Mother's Day that year. Or it was at least during the same weekend. Kent went all out. We had a date day that Saturday. Went shopping, out to eat, etc. It was nice. Jon Kent was like 6 months old at the time and I was 2 months pregnant with Zoey. I still think of that weekend just about every year when my birthday rolls around.
But my all time favorite birthday would have to be my 15th birthday. I went that afternoon to get my driver's permit. I passed, so on the way home my daddy let me drive. I believe he only had to take hold of the steering wheel once that day. When I got home my momma was in the kitchen cooking and getting ready for my party. The whole house smelled good. Soon, all my friends and my new boyfriend (Kent) would be there. Once everyone got there we had a blast talking, playing badminton and just hanging out. It was late when everyone finally went home. It was so simple and I guess that's why I remember it so well and fondly.