I love birthdays. Not just my own, but everybody! I love buying presents. I love the parties. I love the cake. I love making people feel special. Regardless of your age, shouldn’t we treat birthdays like a big deal? My husband HATES making a fuss about his birthday. I tell him, “That’s too bad, we are celebrating your life whether you like it or not.”
This weekend, my friend of nearly 17 years, Erin, and I are going to Seattle to celebrate her birthday. Erin resided in Seattle for a decade, so it has a special place in her heart. She has many dear friends there. It is my hope that she feels special this weekend. That being said, this weekend will be full of shenanigans, inside jokes, and my ribs being sore from laughter.
While in the Seattle area, I will also get to see my family which includes my amazing 14 year old niece Mikela who JUST had her birthday last weekend. I am excited I get to hand-deliver her birthday present. I love that girl. She is one of the most tender-hearted young ladies I have ever known. I am so glad she is my niece. Watching her grow up is bittersweet. I remember a time when she would only kiss me or her mama and NO ONE else. I love that she still lets me call her “Peanuthead”.
My other niece, Olivia, just turned 7 years old this week. Her mother has now allowed Barbies, my absolute fav, and so I was OUT OF MY MIND with excitement for buying Barbies for this kid. Knowing her mother’s reluctance about “dolls with boobies”, I got a veterinarian Barbie and a doctor Barbie. I hope she noticed the career theme I was going for. Olivia is a very bright girl and I want her to know that “Aunt G” thinks she can be whatever she wants to be.
So, celebrate your life. Make a big stink about your birthday. That is what I fully intend to do on February 27.