For the first few decades of my life I looked forward to my birthday for either presents or to say I was another year older, more experienced and mature, and, DAMMIT, where's my presents?
I still love presents, but this day, the best gift I could have ever gotten was the two girls I live with. My lovely wife, who makes sure I have things for my camera, and my lovely daughter who calls me daddy and Dad when I'm not listening closely enough. I'd rather have them then anything else.
I'm looking forward to today. I only have a half-day at work and I get to come back and participate in the annual Easter Egg hunt at the daycare. I may also get a present or two.
I am a lucky man, and damn proud of it.