I’m 27… when did I get so old
Today is my birthday. It’s ok, you don’t have to say Happy Birthday or call me or even write on my Facebook wall. In fact, your present to me would just to read this post and laugh with me.
I have never really enjoyed my birthday. I really don’t know when it started. June 18th has always seemed like a magical date, but somewhere along the line, things started to go haywire and then the 18th of June became more like Friday the 13th. Ah! Do I sound just absolutely ridiculous? Because even writing out these feelings I am thinking to myself how selfish and whiny I sound. I am so sorry, that is not the way I intended this to go and I promise there is a silver lining at the end.
Maybe I can shed some light on why my birthday has always been a little bit of a hang up for me…
I was born in the summer, June 1986. While June is a beautiful month in Colorado and takes place in the summer time when school is out, it also happens to be the time when school is out and in summer time. What I mean is growing up, when you had your birthday during school, your mom or teacher would bring cupcakes and you could have a party. But if your birthday was in the summer time you had to share your birthday day with all the other summer birthdays and usually no one really cared. Also, when you wanted to throw a super awesome backyard birthday party, usually all your friends would be on vacation because after all it is summer. Or even worse, and I am sorry mom and dad, you would be on vacation and when you are a child, that just isn’t as much fun as it is when you are older. June 18th also happens to have Father’s Day on it every so often. While I love my dad and love to celebrate him, when you are a child, it can be tough to share the day of your birth with someone else. I have since gotten over this, I just wanted to set the mood.
Now before I write a book, because I really don’t want to turn this into a pity party I will just list all the things that have happened on my birthday so you can understand my birthday blues.
1. One year my parent’s forgot my birthday. Not really in the Pretty in Pink style, but we had family coming in that day and they did forget to say Happy Birthday until my sweet friend Holly stood up in our church and told everyone they needed to sing to me because no one had said it yet. Thank you Holly. That goes down as one of the best gifts!
2. On my 18th birthday I was stranded in the Las Vegas Airport alone and had to stay the night. I barely made it back for my birthday dinner.
3. On my 16th birthday, the guy I liked kissed another girl.
4. One year, I’m not sure which one, one of my eyes swelled shut and I had to work with patients all day telling them about eye surgery. Seems a little ironic huh.
5. Another year my car broke down right before we were supposed to take a road trip for my birthday.
6. I had my birthday on our honeymoon and we had a dinner on the beach set up. The reservation got changed to the next day and we weren’t told. It was still good the next day, but we had gotten in a fight right before.
7. Last year I received horrible news that took me awhile to get over.
But all in all I have never been broken up on my birthday, gotten hurt on my birthday, had anyone die on my birthday or worse, so stepping back and taking a good hard look at what life really means, I realized that I still have had an amazing life. Birthdays are just that. Birthdays. And if I can’t get over the fact that I have had a few bad ones then I have some serious attitude changing because I have also had some really amazing ones too. I have decided that instead of dreading my birthday, I am going to celebrate the fact that I am alive and am extremely blessed with what God has given me. So yes, Happy Birthday to me. I’m 27 and I am going to go celebrate it now probably with eating my weight in cupcakes. But I doubt anything will top last years cake made my sweet friend Angie!
Also, for something fun, here is my birthday wish list that I put together (Not that I want you to buy me anything).