Happy day of Birth

Today with it being my birthday and all I have been reflecting on birthdays. Growing up I remember one time my parents sitting us down and talking about birthday's and Christmas and presents. I think they explained to us that we weren't rich, but I don't remember for sure. I bet they tried to explain to us that we weren't going to have hundreds of presents like we thought we should have. I am sure I was upset. I mean what 7 year old girl doesn't want a bazzilion and one barbies?

I can also count how many birthday parties with friends I had. I think I had one when I was 8. (this doesn't count the time that Logan, Gavin, Brooklynn, Allee, and Trevor came over for a birthday party) I had all of my cute girl friends over. I got a jump rope, and a Journal. We played tag in the front yard of the 'old house', and I opened presents on red carpet. The next one was when I was 12. I had some girl friends come over. We walked to the park, talked about skinwalkers (weird), ate pizza, and danced to my Celine Dion birthday CD in the barn. Then I when I was 16. I woke up to a group of girls and guys standing in my living room. I walked out with out a bra on and still half asleep. We had bisquits and gravy, and then my girls helped me get ready for school. I felt like a princess. My mom also brought us lunch out in front of the school. I got this cute teal lace top and brown gaucho pants. The ones where you could see you panties if you held your knees close to your chest. One when I turned 20. I had all of my moms friends over. It was wonderful. We ate girl food and I felt introduced into women hood.

You want to know what my favorite thing about birthdays were growing up? That it was my day. I know everyone feels that way but Mom and Dad always did so good at making it special. On the morning of our birthday dad would know the second our feet hit the ground to come out of your room. He would be wishing us happy brithday before he could even see us! Mom always asked us the night before what breakfast she could fix for us. It was always garnished with the good stuff. Like if we chose pancakes we would have bacon and eggs and juice. Mom and dad would take us to lunch. and then for dinner we would get to have our favorite meal again. They would make sure everyone knew it was our birthday. I remember one time dad told Derek to tell everyone on the bus that it was my birthday. Mom would bring cupcakes to my class because I didn't want to be out down my Caitlin Coss whose birthday was the week before. One time she even let me have a sleep over with Charece (we shared birthdays)

Now that I reflect on my birthdays my fondest memories are sitting with mom at sonic on my lunch break, dad telling me happy birthday 500 times, and me being the boss. :)

One more thing. I have been thinking about my last 3 birthdays. 20, 21, and 22.

20- I was kinda depressed because I wasn't a teen. (weird) I was happy cause i was loving singles ward, and life was good.

21- I got the best birthday present, finding out that little rush man was going to be born :) Mom once again made me the dinner of my request, and got me G's.

22- I went to work, I changed a poopy diaper that was worse then a blow out. I had poop on my hand trying to keep it from getting all over Rush. minutes later he barfed and it went all over my arm and shirt. He cried more then I wish he would have, and then I went on a hot date with my two boys. We laughed, and guessed the stories of all the other tables. I sat in the back seat of the car trying to calm rush. I smiled at jord in the rear view mirror :)

I now sit here thinking birthdays are Happy indeed. Not because of the presents, not because of the parties but the people we get to spend them with and who makes them special. Thank you mom and dad for the blissful 20 birthdays you made special and thank you Jordan for the 2 you have shared with me.