I just celebrated another birthday or as I like to
call it, the anniversary of my 29th birthday. I say that I’m 29 so often that when I have
to actually but down my real age I have to do the math first. I started saying
that I was only 29 was because I couldn’t deal with getting older. Now I love the idea of getting older because
it beats the alternative. I’m really
enjoying this time in my life; I’m healthy, happy and love spending time doing
what I want to do with no real obligations to anyone but my husband. I’m a few anniversaries away from celebrating
a mile stone anniversary and when I reach that mile stone I plan on
celebrating. I want to either have a
great big party or take my family on a great vacation; of course I could
possibly do both.
Every anniversary gets me thinking about past
anniversaries. Growing up I didn’t have
many parties. I can actually only
remember two, one when I was five and the other when I turned 17. Being born in the summer didn’t help with
having parties. Most of my friends didn’t
live close by and once school was out for the year I didn’t see them again
until school started again. Not that I’m
going to age myself but growing up I didn’t have a cell phone nor did any of my
friends and since we lived far away from each other our parents were not going
to drive us over to each other’s house. After
I was married my husband for some reason thought that I didn’t like to
celebrate so I never had any parties until my first anniversary of my 29th
birthday. He gave me a great party, all
my friends were here, he ordered stripper and we all had way too much to drink.
As my sister and I got older we would make birthday cakes
for each other. My mom rarely remembered
that it was our birthday, I know that she knew we existed after all she was
there when we were born but if she actually remembered that it was our birthday
on our birthday was so rare. As I got
older my mom would send my birthday and Christmas gift together, I guess it was
her way of not forgetting. What’s really
odd is that now that we are all adults my mom actually remembers on our day,
maybe that’s what happens when you get older you start to remember important
dates such as when your children were born.
This anniversary I spent a quiet day at home with my
husband. We spent the day hanging around
the pool and then went to dinner. I received
several phone calls wishing me a happy birthday or anniversary depending on who
was calling. The following weekend my
daughter was in town so we had a nice family dinner and red velvet cheese cake
for dessert. It was great and I’m so
thankful that I was able to celebrate with my family. I’m looking forward to many more anniversaries;
of course I may change it up to celebrating the anniversary of my 39th
birthday. You never know…..
