When I was six my birthday fell on Easter Sunday. I must tell you – this was probably the high point of my childhood. I mean, how cool was that for MY birthday to fall on this day? It was such a happy surprise and I wondered why I didn’t realize that this was the case for previous birthdays. Easter egg hunt! Birthday Cake! Gifts! More Gifts! Party!!!
I spent most of the next year looking forward to my seventh birthday. Dreaming about how to improve on that glorious birthday. Could we get the Easter Bunny to make a surprise guest appearance? What about a piñata in the shape of a rabbit?
My birthday bubble was shattered when I found out about a month before my seventh, that Easter Sunday wasn’t going to fall on my birthday (I know… I wasn’t thinking). It was a rude awakening to discover that Easter Sunday changed every year. No wonder I got weird looks When people asked me when my birthday was, I’d say “it’s the same day as Easter Sunday!”