It didn’t take long for me to find out in our early dating days, that Tim’s birthday was on the same date as my parents’ wedding anniversary. It’s never really caused a problem before since we don’t usually go anywhere to celebrate their union, we simply send a card
if I remember. However, this year they will celebrate 50 years of marriage (how awesome is that?) and we will travel to enjoy a big party with them, ON Tim’s birthday. I don’t think it really phases him. Birthdays aren’t a huge deal to him. And I mean, you know, I can make cupcakes for the car. (mmmm, cupcakes in the car. tasty, tavelin’ treat!)
But MY birthday, well, it’s always been a little, how shall I say…. um…
I was (and still am) the only girl and the baby in the family so my birthday was always a “big deal.” At least in my eyes. There was always a party of some sort and cake and friends and presents, etc.
Because of that (and because I just like parties and cake) I enjoy making my own children’s birthdays special and somewhat of a “big deal,” especially when they are younger.
The B Man’s birthday and mine are a week apart, exactly. He’s a week after me.
I figured some day, some how, they might have to coincide.
And guess what. That day is here.
The B Man’s B-Day falls on Good Friday this year (hello my twitter friends who’ve heard my please for help in planning!) and that poses a problem in this very Catholic area, where many people travel for the holiday and have lots of family events.
So, the best I can do (because there are also other conflicts even, besides Easter) is give the B Man his bowling party on MY birthday, a week early.
The things we do for our children.
Then Daddy and I are goin’ out the next night. Got me?
And just so you know all this fuss is about my first child’s SIXTH birthday party. Six, people.
And I was born in 1975 so you do the math.
Good Gravy, where has ALL THAT TIME gone?
That’s LOTS of years of cakes and parties.
But I’m good with it. I hear 35 (uh, I figured it out FOR YOU!) is the new 28. Or something like that.
And I’m goin’ bowlin’ on my birthday and partying with a bunch of munchkins who will make me feel young. And yes, there WILL be cake.
Guess I’m not so conflicted after all.
And just for good measure here’s a pic from The B Man’s FIRST birthday party.