February 29 has always seemed like a particularly magical day to me.  It only happens every 4 years, (which, incidentally, makes it mathematically possible to figure out if any given year, past or present, shall have a February 29th– if it is divisible by 4, then it is).

There are various traditions and folklore around Leap Day, particularly regarding a traditional role swap.  That is, Sadie Hawkins dances and marriage proposals from women to men. I want to say something snarky in here about women only being that crazy 25% as often as men, but romance is romance, even to the jaded.

And then, there are the leap-year babies.  Think how special the champagne birthday for them is!

Happy Birthday, you Leap-Babies, and Godspeed to all the Sadie Hawkins’ out there– I hope he (or she) says Yes.