This week I had a birthday.

Some of the gifts that affected me most were those that were made especially for me: a decoupage card featuring Dr Who and me outside the tardis, for example, and an origami bouquet. As a child I couldn't wait to earn enough money to be able to buy presents for friends and family. Now, however, I really appreciate the time and the care that went into creating something unique.

One of my daughters made me a wonderful cake upon which she placed a single candle, which was very apt, as it is my mission to "youth," rather than "Age." To assist with that, my nephew thinks I look 10 years younger than my actual age, which actually means I look younger than his mother- How pleased I was to hear that!

As I have a new phone several birthday greetings went to another of my children who has inherited my old one. She immediately deleted them and told me a couple of days later, once she had forgotten most of the names. Never mind. All in all, it was a lovely birthday week.

For me,the Birthday is more to do with having a day of celebrating Me, than with commemorating age. Surely everyone should have at least one day a year to be special...or extra special, perhaps, as we all need to remember that we are special, unique, loved and lovely- every single day.