Birthday Memories
Well I am now 34. It doesn’t feel any different than 33, but it does sound a lot weird to say. Maybe because I realize I am one year close to 35…from early 30’s to the middle ground. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being 30 something. I am grateful for every year that I am alive. It’s just odd.
Yesterday my brain was flooded with random birthday memories. Some are my favorites, some are just really random, and some are just crazy. I thought that they might be worth blogging and that maybe a person or two out there might enjoy them. Keep in mind these are just a few, there are many many more.
1. I am not sure for how many years in a row it was (I’d have to double check with my mom) but I had a doll cake. What’s a doll cake you ask? A doll cake is where you take a barbie like doll and insert it into a cake that is shaped and frosted like a dress. You can see a picture here. I am not sure how this tradition started but I know there is picture after picture of me with a doll cake on my bday.
2. My Aunt Ruth always calls me on my birthday and sings to me. I realize people get sung to a lot on their birthday but there is just something super sweet about hearing her sing to me.
3. My Mom will at some point recount some detail of my birth. My favorite is how I interrupted my Dad watching Wonder Woman.
4. My Dad will always call and harass me about getting old. He doesn’t take into account the older I get, the older he gets.
5. Throughout high school, if my birthday fell on a school day, my Mom would send me 4 or 5 balloons to school with a note telling me happy birthday and she loved me. The balloons were these fun pastel colors that reminded me of Easter eggs. I loved how they looked and that she took the time to send them to me.
6. Until we got “old” and got day jobs, Carol used to always try to be the first one to say happy birthday to me. I got many a call or text just after midnight.
7. M&M pulled a surprise birthday party over on me one year. The guise was Katie wanted girls to come over to hang with the boys watched Wrestle Mania. I walked in and was stunned to find people hollering happy birthday.
8. I tend to have interesting birthdays at work. One year a coworker had a rough day and it lead to a a day that goes down in history. All I have to say is “I found a stapler.”
9. I had a birthday party at the Underground one Saturday afternoon. It was awesome, tons of people came and had fun.
10. In high school my birthday was usually during the spring musical practices or performances. I would go up to the board and find little cards or goodies wishing me a happy birthday.
This year has yield lots of memories I will cherish – Stephanie made me breakfast, Kaya got me a card, Rae gave me red velvet cake, and some choose to donate to 86 Ministries in honor of my birthday. There is something special about chasing down your dreams and celebrating being born.