**Please note that the photos in this post have absolutely nothing to do with my birfday– but since I’m still waiting on my parents to send me pics from SC- these will have to do 🙂 ****
When I was little (actually… I think I was like 19) I used to pronounce BIRTHDAY as BIRFDAY.
Anyway now I’m sort of hoping Sunny calls it a Birfday too- mostly because I think she and I should do the exact same things all of the time, like twins or the Mom’s on Toddlers and Tiaras.
If you asked my friend Jesse, there was a time back in college when we literally celebrated my birthday for a week. We called it Birthday Week. I was a young girl from the Midwest and she was from Queens and her parents and extended family had me parties and cakes and dinners. They really went all out for Birthday Week. We went to clubs and I could be heard saying things like “I can’t write that report!!!!! It’s my birfday week!!!!!!” Then Jess would write it for me…thanks Jess!
Now I have a child, Jesse is her Godmother, and the other day when we spoke on the phone she said, “So, your birthday is coming up.” And I was like “Yep…we’re old.”
She didn’t ask what we’ll be doing for my birthday, she knows better. We’re Mother’s now, our birthdays have conveniently dissipated into the background. This year Jesse turned 3 (by way of her daughter) and I’ll be turning 2 (by way of my daughter) and when my actual birthday week gets here we’ll take the girls to the zoo and have cake while our girls blow out my candles and open my gifts and at some point they’ll say Happy Birfday and that will have to be enough for now.
When the girls turn 21 maybe Jesse and I will go out with them. We’ll dance on table tops and scream things like “Go me! It’s my birfday!” Or maybe we’ll take a trip to Italy ( like we should have when we were 21) and eat delicious spaghetti and deserts and toast to our lost birfdays….yeah, that sounds like MUCH better plan.