Not much has changed since my 11th birthday. 15 years ago today, when given the opportunity to choose whatever restaurant I wanted for my birthday dinner, I picked a fancy little buffet place known as Sizzler. Although tonight’s selection- The Melting Pot- was a HUGE step up, it does not mean that I have gotten any closer to managing my food intake in a responsible manner.
On the big 11, I ate too much and cried the whole way home, head hanging out the window as I feared throwing up my entire meal. Tonight, as I stumbled to the car in a food comma, I realized I haven’t grown much wiser with age.
Not many people would come home, after a great night like I just had, and choose to shamelessly write about their own birthday. I think it must be a very strong sign that when I’m the most happy, I chose to express the emotion through writing. It’s just who I am.
My b-day week kicked off on Saturday night with a lovely Friesen/Miller family birthday singalong after the LaBarbera wedding. (Thank you dear family!) Then, I got home to a perfectly pink banner which from my fellow Febrarian, Sarah, which reads, “Why Celebrate for One Day When You Can Celebrate All Month Long?” I made Jonathan get up on a chair at midnight to hang it, before realizing our neighbors may not like the heavy hammering. For anyone who is concerned, the banner will remain up until March 1st, at the earliest.
Last night, I got treated to the best Girls’ Night Out– Peach, Sharon, Erica, Camille, Kara, Bethie and Rachel surprised me at 58 and Holding, a downtown wine bar that I’ve wanted to try FOREVER. We pretended to act like adults until inappropriate bathroom humor started, and I resigned to the fact that I may always act 11 years old. The girls gave me a beautiful journal and spent time encouraging me to write, which is the gift I am most thankful for this birthday. Honest, real and encouraging friends are slim and hard to find. Never did I think I might find terrific friends after college, but God has proven me wrong. I felt very, very loved…and inspired.
And then, today! My big 26. I’m now closer to 30 than 20. The day was lovely- filled with tulips, Bono and Barbie banners, crowns and a Chevy’s hat, ice cream, cupcakes and fondue (thank you Amie and Do-Daddy!) I highly recommend seeing U2 in 3D…we caught the film before dinner and it is A-MAZING.
I’d like to sign off and go to bed now, but I’m honestly way too full to retire at this moment. So, thanks for hanging in as I brag about my fabulous day, and more importantly I want to say thank you and I love you to all of those people who made it so incredibly special.