You know those people who just never mention their birthdays and hope everyone just forgets about it?
That’s not me.
I’m more the person who sings herself “Happy Birthday to Me” on the 30-minute drive to lunch with Ryan. (He was conducting the song.) I’m also the one who tells random strangers/waiters/checkout clerks/anyone who is looking in my direction that it’s my birthday. And who preludes everything on the day of my birthday with “Because it’s my birthday…” or “27 years ago…” or “Do you forget that…”
Lots of people outgrow the excitement about birthdays, but it’s still alive and well in me.
And this year’s birthday was swell. I kinda thought that Easter may steal my thunder since it was the same day. (Shaw! How dare we celebrate another holiday on MY HOLIDAY? ;)) But it ended out working in everyone’s favor. I got to see lots of family and it gave us a long weekend.
Who doesn’t love a long weekend?
So I began to celebrate the holiday on Thursday night after work. When I got home, I had a stack of birthday cards (I love birthday cards) and an envelope from Ryan.
I’ve been lobbying for an iPhone for my birthday for months. Poor Ryan. He never stood a chance. Most people ask for things for their birthday. I run a streamlined campaign. It worked, though.
After making a few squealing victory laps around the house and a few rounds of “Go, Kim, Go, Kim, it’s my birthday, get an iPhone,” Ryan agreed to take me to dinner (Texas Roadhouse with my birthday gift card from my parents) and to pick up my new iPhone (Verizon).
All in all, a very exciting night. I went to bed with apps and onion blossoms in my head.
Then some of my favorite Southerners arrived in town. Rock on.
Then, we ate supper at my favorite place with Ryan’s family.
And of course, Addy.
I received this fab-U-lous Kate Spade cover for my Nook. (Or as my father-in-law says, Kate Spah-day.)
Would you believe he picked it out without knowing it is the exact one that I was coveting?
It’s so darn cute I can hardly stand it.
And then on Easter Sunday-slash-the day of my birth, I did a lot of this. Baby snatching…
And lookie what ended up on my plate… my favorite: carrot cake. (Ryan’s mom and dad got me my own giant piece of carrot cake and a sheet cake of chocolate for everyone else. Just a little spoiled over here.)