My Birthday
Birthdays are a big deal for me. I am frugal at Christmas and the kids open a total of two or three presents. I don't want Christmas to be about presents. I want Christmas to be about nice smells and family traditions. I make up for this at birthdays, however.
Birthdays are a special day. It's your day. So, when my kids' birthdays roll around, or the dog, cat, ferrets, and spouse, that person gets treated to a special day. The kids don't have to do chores on their birthdays. I throw them parties, make crazy cool loot bags, decorate like crazy, and take a lot of pictures. The birthday person gets to pick what's for dinner and gets to pick the nighttime stories. I start prepping for the kids' birthdays about three months in advance.
I expect my family to remember my birthday and treat me to a special day. A few days before my birthday Leon told me he had choir practice. I told him that he better bring me flowers then. He asked if I meant literal or figurative flowers. I told him literal.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I received literal and figurative flowers. My kids woke me up with gleeful "Happy Birthdays." While the kids did fight with each other all day, they made a point of being extra nice to me. They helped me clean without fighting. My husband came home with colorful flowers and he put them in a vase for me. He emptied the dishwasher and filled it again. He baked a cake for me. Even better, he let me take a book upstairs and hide. I had a two-hour bath and a nice read.
I think the birthday bath is going to become a tradition. It was nice.
After two hours, the kids couldn't take it anymore and the kids and Leon sang "Happy Birthday" outside the door. They wanted me to get out of the tub so they could have birthday cake.
While my literal flowers are beautiful, I think I'll remember the figurative ones longer.
And for those of you curious, I turned 0x25. (That's 37 for the non-nerds.)
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