So, about my birthday. The weather was complete crap, my kid was Mach 10 grouchy and my sister was all kinds of sick with a side of hive-y rash covering her arms (I’m pretty sure she caught what I like to call “the midwest”). Cody was at school all day except for the hour he brought us pizza and then ran back to school. No wrapped presents, no balloons. I didn’t even get a single donut.
Sounds crappy huh?
WRONG!
My sister was here with me, she let me sleep in, the moosh took a nap allowing me and my sick sissy to take naps of our own (swoon!), my husband brought me my favorite kind of pizza, I got an early present in the form of my camera (OH MY CAMERA!) and I got over 180 comments from YOU reminding me that the best bits of life are rarely wrapped in paper and pretty ribbons.
Seven of you announced your pregnancies yesterday (Some of you so secret that you didn’t even leave your name! Squee!) Six of you got surprise refunds for various things in the mail. Two of you had your mortgages drop. Three of you had your babies sleep through the night. Two of you got to go on real live grown up dates with your husbands. A bunch of you got to hang out with friends you hadn’t seen in ages. Two of you made your tiny little babies laugh for the first time. Two of you gave birth. Three of you watched your kids play well on their sports teams. For fifteen of you, spring finally arriving was your highlight. Two of you got glowing report cards from your kids. Two of you got new jobs, three of you got pedicures (one from your husband!), one of you bought a new house, one of you found your dream house. Seven of you said that BOSSY’s stop at your place was the best, five of you said that the March for Babies was the best (A handful of you raised over $25K alone!). Twenty of you either had birthday party to go to or a birthday of your own. Three of you lost weight. Over a dozen of you offered to make me a cake and truck it across the country and four of you are feeling better after long nasty illnesses.
There’s so many more, I can’t thank you enough for every single one.
They were by far the best part of my week.
Seriously, the best gift ever. No, wait, my camera is the best gift ever (sorry) but you totally come in second.
(Okay, so technically now it’s my 26th birthday, the 28th. But since I was born at 12:21 am I didn’t want to miss a moment of my own party, even while I slept. As you were.)
Birthdays are a really big deal to me.
Anybody want to make me my birthday cake?
Anyone?
No?
Really?
Didn’t think so.
For some reason nobody really wants to attempt making my birthday cake. It’s cool. I was planning on having a huge pile of donuts anyway. I may even stick candles in them.
But you know what I really want for my birthday? A comment cake. Layers and layers of comments from you. I want you to tell me the best thing that happened to you in the last week. Anything, everything. The best. I love it when you guys do that. It makes me happy. And I want to be happy on my birthday. So you know what to do.
Delurk you lurkers, save yourself a phone call IRL friends, let’s party. (Oh, and wish her a Happy Birthday too.)
Make this the best comment cake ever so that I don’t have to eat all those donuts, because you know I will.
