It’s really your fault that I’m such a brat about birthdays.
No, really.
Keep showering me with love and affection each year and that’s what I’ll expect.
One and a half week’s worth to be exact.
Seriously though, my 28th 24th birthday was record-setting in terms of princess-style treatment.
I had a steady stream of cards, phone calls, texts, and Facebook shout-outs all. week. long.
But, it all started when I went to my hometown last weekend for my 10-year high school reunion. (The reunion was awesome ps-by-the-way. No, seriously.)
Here’s a conversation that took place between my mother and myself one week before my arrival:
Mom: We’re planning a dinner party for your birthday while you’re here!
Me: Maybe I’m getting too old for parties – you really don’t have to do anything this year.
Mom: The moment I say that I’m too old for a birthday party, then you’ll know I’m ready to kick the bucket.
Stepdad: The party’s not for you, it’s actually for me.
Me: Oh … well in that case …
So, my mom got up at 4 a.m. and made me my favorite vanilla cake with chocolate icing. Oh, stubborn Marsh women.
Then, off to my dad and stepmom’s house for a second birthday party – this time for both me and my grandpa, who was turning 85. We share the same birthday, along with my sister Gaylin: August 10.
On my actual birthday, I was treated by my bestie Jen at The Bistro for my all-time favorite Gainesville lunch: grilled three-cheese sandwich with pesto, bacon and tomato and butternut squash bisque.
Followed by a trip to my favorite Gainesville ice cream place: Karma Cream. They also had my FAVORITE flavor rotated in: Liz Lemon Cookie. It was a birthday miracle.
Me: Thanks again for the ice cream.
Jen: Thanks for being born.
Me: *laughing*
Jen: Don’t post that on Facebook.
Later that week, my girlfriends and I celebrated out for dinner and had way too much fun. Hardest I have laughed in years. Perfect.
Oh, and the hubs made me breakfast in bed.
And he took me out for sushi at Dragonfly (totally forgot to take a photo).
And he got me this amazing present: a side briefcase for my bike so I don’t have to wear my backpack to work when I bike the three miles to campus. Yay for less back sweat!
And, finally, even though our one-year anniversary was June 26, 2011, we ate the top layer of our wedding cake (below) that was being held hostage in my mom’s freezer.
I share all of this not to brag about how good I have it. But to make a point of documenting for myself how lucky I am to have such an amazing husband, friends and family.
This post is an exercise in appreciation, if you will.
Because I am so appreciatively, graciously … spoiled rotten.
Hmmm… I think I need to get me one of these August birthdays. This royal treatment of which you speak is unheard of to someone born three days before Christmas. :) Happy birthday again!
Haha – Yes, timing is everything! :D And thanks for the b-day wishes (and for reading)!
Glad to hear you are enjoying marriage and birthday bliss! Love this post
Thanks, Michelle! I hope you had an amazing time traveling abroad! And happy last stretch of summer!
A belated happy birthday to you.
Thank you very much! :D
Happy Belated! The photos convinced me. You really were pampered! Best to you.
Thanks, Dr. Robinson! :) Hope you had a good summer and are ready for another year! PS) I miss having our class!
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