Everything is different now. I used to get birthday cards in the mail, now I get one from Mom. The rest of the mail I get is all catalogs for products I would never use and charities I gave money to once ten years ago. I get my birthday greetings on Facebook.
This is one of the changed things that I’m all right with. Nobody sends cards or writes letters, but through Facebook I reconnected to boatloads of people I’d lost touch with. I get to see their grandchildren, and photos of the places they visited on their travels, and hear about the books they’re reading. It’s genuinely enjoyable.
And, once each year, Facebook is good enough to remind them when my birthday is coming up. I get a flurry of birthday greetings on my day of destiny, and every year I respond to each and every one of them. I have to admit I enjoy the heck out of it.
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