My husband doesn't believe in throwing on a few representative candles to mark the anniversary of my birth. He puts on every, single one in order to create a spectacular pyrotechnic display.Then comes the call to the table: "Get in here and let's sing to Mom, before the smoke detector goes off!"
I do the same for him. One year I thoughtfully added a black tombstone candle that played a funeral dirge. The kids LOVE that candle. They enjoy reminding their father he's a full SIX MONTHS OLDER THAN ME. How they do respect the elderly. It's a joy to my heart.
Note the candles he placed shooting out the sides. Those say, "You're SO OLD I couldn't fit all the candles on top. And, one day, you'll need two cakes. To handle the overflow."
Happy Birthday dear me. Happy Birthday to me.