My mom did a wonderful job of birthdays growing up. They were home grown and long before Pinterest, and they were perfect. A very memorable one involved a piñata. A must for every child at some point!
In middle school I lived for slumber parties. These ended abruptly on my 12th birthday, when we froze a girl’s unmentionables and looking back, probably scarred her something fierce.
I never thought it possible, but my mom successfully pulled off a surprise party for my sweet sixteen. See she was awesome at birthdays! Complete with balloons and streamers hanging from the dining room ceiling fan.
For my 21st birthday, my dad joined in and gave me a trip for two to Oahu. A great adventure that influenced so much of my adult life. I only wish Rico was still alive, on this return trip.
The year of my 30th birthday, in the shadow of my first teary PCS, Vance and I took a trip to Italy. Much of my adult life has been me dreading my birthday. This trip, the fact that I told people I was 28 for five years (had no idea I did that, until Vance had an intervention with me) and the arrival of my boys have helped me to embrace the occasion.
As this is the last year of my thirties, (Where did the time go?!) I want to start planning my wish list for my forties. Tops on the list: A trip to Paris! Follow that with a chunnel ride to the UK and a bit of retail bliss at the actual Boden store. Time to start saving my pesos!