Tomorrow is my sister's 25th birthday!!! I have already started practicing my song that I am going to sing her. Those of you who know me know that I absolutely and completely love birthdays! I always love to make a fuss if I can. I have already given my sister her gifts, and like a bad sister she already opened them and loved them! I also gave her a cold. (She called me an outbreak monkey, which is true.) I got this birthday thing honestly.
It all started:
When I was a child, I thought I had two birthdays. I thought everyone had two birthdays, not just me. Not only every May did I get to have a huge spring Birthday party outside with all my friends, but in October we would travel to my Grandma's house every year and she would have a huge birthday cake that she made waiting for us when we arrived and since I was her favorite*, I got to climb up on her lap and blow out the candles! Two Birthdays!!! I also always got a present in January because both my sister and my brother were born then and they didn't want to leave me out. (But their presents were gifts withheld from Christmas to have enough for birthdays, mine were always brand new spring outfits and spring toys!) Suffice it to say, my sister and brother sometimes felt left out because they never got parties, mostly because the weather was usually bad.
My Grandmother was the original birthday lover. Every year on her birthday, there was a festival in the town, she was from and all her siblings and children and grandchildren would come together, go to the festival and then celebrate her birthday that night. She would start calling us in the beginning of October to make sure everyone was coming in and planning something great for her special day. Before I even knew what birthdays were my Grandma was getting me excited for the day when all attention was on me, I got a cake, all my favorite foods, and got to wear a pretty dress. Growing up, my birthday was also a special occasion because my Grandma used to come all the way to our house 4 hours to visit to bring me a cake and come to my birthday parties. She never did that for anyone else!** (See I'm special!)
If I went through all the times that I had a fake birthday starting in college, into Peace Corps and even in my adult life, this would be a very long post, but I'll explain it to you one day. How my friends stopped trusting me because I celebrated in October (I always celebrate in October too!), how my host family threw me a party in Honduras in April, how I had filled eggs with confetti and fixed everyone breakfast for my fake birthday in September, how my own dad sent me a birthday card on April 19th once, and other birthday stories, but I'll save those for later. For now I'll just say....
o*Others in my family may try to counter my claim of being the favorite....not true. I was the original favorite.
**Well she may have done it for others too.
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