Thursday, November 15, 2007
it's that time again...
Pull up a pink plastic plate and have some cake - if we're in luck its my mom's white cake with homemade lemon frosting. (Ok, I can't remember what cake I had, but that is my favorite). Late 70's t-shirts optional.
Warning: if you don't feel like smiling you might get tickled just before they whip out the camera:
I have lots of happy birthday memories, although as you get older, you tend to not want to think about it more and more... The weather is always crappy, even in Texas I usually got a gray or rainy day. It always seems to be a busy time at work or (back in the day) at school. But something always happened to make me feel special, sometimes big things, sometimes small. My mom usually began the day singing me "Las Mañanitas" and my dad (an operatic tenor-bass) would typically chime in. Even as a grown-up they still leave singing messages for me.
My sister always sends me parcels of goodies - she knows me very well, and all year long hoards little things she knows I'll love. As a kid, one of my favorite memories is of a surprise party my mom threw me in the 2nd grade - she'd called up my teacher and found the names of all my classmates and I was delighted as the doorbell rang all afternoon and familiar faces swirled around.
But my favorite (and only) party as an adult was my 27th - my best friend threw me a huge party at her house, and I got to hear "Happy Birthday" sung by many drunken revelers whose names I did not know. (I still owe you for that one, Steph). In short, I am blessed, and every time my birthday rolls around I am reminded of how many beautiful people and things can be found in this world. Pull up a chair, have some cake, and may all your birthdays be as great. :)