Birthday Thoughts

Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you!

Dr. Seuss

Linda  042Today is my birthday, and I am me with a head filled with thoughts and memories.  It always surprises me when someone talks about liking birthdays and celebrating them for days on end.  That has never been the case for me.  In fact, I don’t recall many birthdays that were very much different from any other day.

As a kid, there was one birthday party when I was 10.  It was a small gathering of school friends, and I remember every face in the group and most of the presents I received.   I still have a couple of them, and they are special treasures.   I’m thinking that was also the only time I had a birthday cake which is OK because I’m not a big cake fan. 

Turning 16, 18, 21……Those birthdays are barely blips on my screen of life.  I was thrilled  to get my driver’s license at 16, but 18 and 21 coincided with returning to college away from anyone who might remember or know it was my birthday.  With no one making the day special, it didn’t seem so to me either.

During the early years of marriage, the hubby would acknowledge my birthday with a  a roughly drawn sketch of a rose with the message to multiply by 12!  Those were the best bouquets ever as well as the only ones we could afford.  

birthdayLater, there were children.  Thanks to their youthful enthusiasm, wet kisses and hand made cards, birthdays became a bit more meaningful.

The most memorable birthday may well be my 40th.  The hubby and I were scheduled to have a nice dinner at one of Houston’s better restaurants with another couple.  We were all dressed up, but instead of arriving at the scheduled place, our friends delivered me to a crawfish and beer joint where excited voices yelled SURPRISE.  What a surprise it was, even to the hubby.  There I was in the midst of jeans and boots in my very cute ruffled red cocktail dress having the time of my life.  We finished the evening by going to a bar-b-que joint where we danced  the Texas two step to the strains of a county/western band.  That was quite a night and one of the few times in my life I have been caught totally unaware.

Ten years later, I wasn’t too excited about being 50 and I threatened anyone who suggested doing something special for my birthday.  On the day, no one mentioned birthday and I went with friends to an outlet mall about 2 hours from Houston.  When we returned that evening, the house was crowded with people, all of whom were there having a good time and celebrating an unbirthday.  No one wished me a happy anything, and the hubby got high marks for throwing this party!

Since then birthdays come and go with each one reminding me that I have less time in front of me than behind.  Seldom am I with family other than the hubby, but birthdays are made special by warm wishes and many kindnesses from treasured friends who make each one a held tight memory.  For that I am grateful as it makes the slate seem less empty.

Well, these are my thoughts on my birth day, and I’m curious about yours.  How do you celebrate?  Does the celebration last a week, a year?  What makes it special?

i so appreciate your visit and the thoughts you leave behind

Heavenly, er Havenly, Indulgence

Over the next few weeks, we have five birthdays in our family.  If they are anything like yesterday’s, we will be super saturated with sugar, not altogether a bad thing if the goodies are as yummy as they were last night.  We celebrated daughter #1’s birthday at one of our favorite Houston restaurants, Haven which features a tempting menu of dishes made with fresh local ingredients. For dessert, the birthday girl had a gluten free concoction created especially for her by Haven’s chef/owner Randy Evans, one of the nicest guys around.  But, it doesn’t end there.  Randy had one of everything on the dessert menu delivered to our table!  That means nine desserts for six people, and I’m embarrassed to tell you there wasn’t much left after they had been passed around again and again and again.  Anyone observing us must have thought we were total gluttons, and they just might have been  right!

The favorite?  Well, maybe the carrot cake.  No, the goat cheese cheesecake or  the divine chocolate ice box pie which disappeared quickly.  The apple tart and the buttermilk/goat cheese pie, both served with homemade ice cream, were reminders of what Grandmas would make.  Oh, and let’s not forget the Coke float which had us all chuckling over some long forgotten memory.  Just thinking about how good each bite was, I am on a sugar high!

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