Sunday, September 2, 2012

Yes, 29 Again


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…..