every day feels like my birthday

i used to care a lot about my birthday, to the point of having a days-until-my-birthday countdown as soon as christmas ended, and wearing a designated birthday dress for several years in a row. 

this birthday and the last, i find myself caring about my birthday less and less. i think part of my lingering enthusiasm for the day, after accounting for the childhood passion for the occasion, was enjoying feeling special and prioritized and extra extra loved on my birthday. 

but now, i feel extra extra loved every day, so my birthday stands out much less. of course it's still nice to have a day to celebrate me, but my fiancé loves me so well, i already feel celebrated on a daily basis. 

i keep thinking about a lyric from taylor swift's song i can do it with a broken heart: "i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day." 

i feel the opposite. my version would be, "i'm so in love, i feel like it's my birthday every day." 

my fiancé on valentine's day last year