….So take a piece, but not too much”
– George Harrison
April 9th, 2011
Day # 9,131 of my lovely and fortunate existence:
I sat up. yawned. rubbed my eyes. stood up. did my routine “rawrrrr” sound as I stretch and do some conglomeration of a yoga pose.
Then in my head I hear: “(na na na na na na) You say it’s your birthday It’s my birthday too–yeah!”
I instantly grin and do a little jig, which is cut short when my eyes behold NOT the expected beams of sunshine and flitting sparrows – but flakes of SNOW.
I stare at a select few flakes, hoping that my slight rage will melt them. Nothing.
So I cope. Its something I’m actually quite good at. Its just not something I feel that I should have to do on MY DAY. There are few things in my life that I feel as strongly about now that I did at the age of 3, and April 9th is one of those.
Its a day where my mom gets out the birthday table cloth, hangs up the birthday banner on the wall, and stacks my gifts alongside the cake she finished while I was sleeping. I miss those days.
But I still find every possible opportunity to shamelessly blurt out “It’s my birthday!!!!!!”
It was a great day. Carissa and I went to the Bijou Market, craft fair. It was so full of lovely creations of paper, fabric, antique metals, and glass. I nearly bought a lamp which the lamp shade was covered in worn, yellowed novel pages. I ended up buying some more of these adorable earrings. We have great memories of flea markets and craft fairs and I think it was just the thing we needed.
What’s the next best thing to do on a day solely devoted to ME? Eat cake of course. I had heard marvelous things about “Cupcake Chic” in Orem and I figured it was a perfect time to explore it. We bought a dozen and shared them amongst friends. Oh – and they are by far the BEST cake I have ever eaten in my life! ( ‘cept yours Ma’!)
Flavors? Coconut, Peanut Butter, Strawberry Vanilla, Red Velvet, and German Chocolate.
I also got an iPhone 3G S. I’m pretty happy about that. Now I’m one of those cool people on the AT&T ads.
I can physically feel this birthday. 25 . That’s 1/4th of a century! Yikes. I think I better start writing up my bucket list!
I look at my hands. They look the same as though I was 15. And still no wrinkles.
Thanks for all the Birthday wishes, everyone!