|The Ghost of Birthdays Past|
Mom- when you read this- thank you for gestating me, for no doubt handling going into labor at a seder with dignity and grace, and for being an awesome mom. Really, my birth is much more your accomplishment than mine.
My last birthday before the girls were born, I wanted a big hurrah. Something to acknowledge me, because I knew that I was going to have a couple of kids who wouldn't learn to give a crap about my birthday for probably a decade and a half.
I was wrong.
They are SO excited about my birthday. They are going to get cake, they are going to get pizza.
They've been talking about it for weeks.
...there is a little confusion. SI is sure that the only cakes in the world are cupcakes. We're not having cupcakes.
DD is pretty sure that a birthday is something you eat, not that it involves delicious things that you eat. She keeps telling me that she's going to eat my birthday.
What are we doing?
Pretty much nothing.
After all, turning 28 just doesn't matter much to me. And there are so many other reasons to celebrate all of my me-ness in the near future.
I'm graduating. There will probably be some sort of shin-dig to memorialize that. I should probably think about putting one together.
My wonderful friends Aunt K and Aunt Texas are throwing me a baby shower two weeks after that.
And a few days later... me and M's anniversary.
I don't need a birthday extravaganza to start all of that off. Instead, I'm entering a cake baking contest next weekend (comic themed cakes!) and tonight having some friends over to play canasta.
Sound boring? Maybe to you. To me it sounds like an awesome evening.
My present to myself? I did a little tweaking on my blog layout, in case you read this elsewhere. I've simplified. After all, my life is about to be a little fuller... my blog might as well feel like a more peaceful space. :)
So, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to anyone else out there born on this day, and a Very Merry Unbirthday to the rest of you!