Yours. Mine. Some strangers. I love celebrating with special friends and loved ones, finding little gifts that speak from my heart to theirs, telling them I’m so glad they’re alive. I am blessed to know them.
When sitting in a restaurant and waiters walk out singing their birthday song, I sing with them, mumbling some words or “watermelon” if they get to the name part.
And I clap when they’re done too. (Not because they’re done singing. That would be rude.)
I don’t understand why some people ignore or hide them. Personally, I think birthdays should be a time of great celebration and joy! I mean, you’ve circled the sun once more without kicking the bucket.
It’s the little things, y’all. It’s the little things.
And not only should they be celebrated the day of, they should be enjoyed all week long. Especially if the celebrant is awesome and worthy of constant reminders of their specialness.
I tried to get my family to celebrate it all month long, but they didn’t think I was worthy of that much festivities.
Lazy bums. I’m totally worth a month-long party.
But I’m pretty happy that my birthday was remembered in extra special ways.
First I got my favorite donuts – hand delivered by Paul. One crispy apple fritter and one sugar twist. YUM!
My mom texted a happy birthday note to me… and then teased me that she was having great weather whilst I was not. Hmph!
Then I headed to the bus, where one of my bus mates, Tamara, handed me a cinnamon sugar muffin and a card. (So unexpected and sweet!)
Oh, and it snowed in honor of my big day.
It was May, y’all. I could have done without that gift. I was looking for sun and 80°, but no such luck for me. God thought that 44° and snow would suit me just fine. Bah. That’s okay. My sunny personality made up for the cold. I’m sure it did!
No, it did.
Most people at work were shocked that I came into work on my birthday. If I had just stayed home, no one would have wished me joy or celebrated with me. My personal celbrants were all at work or school. Plus, I did have some tasks I needed to complete.
My team threw a birthday potluck for me. It was awesome because they like to eat and I like to eat and it all works out for everyone! I took the makings for meatball sandwiches (which were pretty darn good, if I do say so myself). But the treat I kept eating were the Rice Krispie treats. They’re my favorite! I ate quite a few and then asked permission to take some home. I even shared with the kids… but that’s only because they found them before I could hide them well.
My boss was sweet and brought me a plant for my day. (It’s not dead yet. That has to be a record for me. Of course it helps that the plant is sitting in someone else’s cube near a window, and I haven’t had to poison it with my sunny disposition yet.) A fellow admin left a berber daisy for me. It was beautiful, but it died by the time I reached work the next Monday.
Every time I got up from my chair, a new card or present was waiting for me. That was a really nice surprise!
I had lots of opportunities to talk with my favorite at work – good conversations that were highly entertaining and exciting. I love those conversations that are full of laughter, smiles, sighs of joy and contentment and utter silliness at times. I even discussed some birthday wishes that I would have liked to have fulfilled! It’s always good to dream big when you’re wishing…
And it’s amazing how much work can be left undone when you’re having fun.
At the end of work, I had a wedding shower to attend for a different team. I packed up and took off for the event, only 30 minutes late from conversing with others and trying to finish what I left to the last minute. I got almost all the way to the place for the shower only to discover that I had left my phone at work… which I needed to find out what bus stop I needed to make by when since I wasn’t anywhere near my normal stop.
I hoofed it back and decided that I didn’t have enough time to make it to the shower after that miss. So I stuck around the office, talking, laughing and generally loving the time spent with my fellow worker until it was time for me to make the bus to head home.
When I got home, I was ordered into the car, heading out to a surprise place for dinner. It was wonderful trying a new place called Loring Pasta Bar, where the food was fun and the live jazz band was smooth and entertaining. Oh, and the May family met us there to enjoy the outing.
After hurrying through dinner, I was rushed back into the car to head home. There I was met with a house full of friends for a surprise party. Paul had purchased a delectable dark chocolate cake and we popped open wine to usher in this new year for me. There were lots of bantering, discussions and laughing going on as we looked at gifts and played games. The little kids really got into the fun too!
My day was lovely in every way. One that went into the books as a really fantabulous memory.