After Rick and I married and my birthday rolled around for the first time, he quickly learned the dos and don’ts. For example, don’t sign up to work in the cannery on Wendy’s birthday. Do treat her like it’s her birthday the day before, the day of, and the day after.
But Rick’s birthday is within the same week as two other siblings, so he’s on a serious learning curve. He has memories of sharing the celebration and one joint birthday cake with his brother and sister, so he was utterly unprepared for the event that I expect My Special Day to be.
This year, today in fact, I’m 38. That will be a BIG surprise to all my siblings and my mom, because they are all 28. Every one of them. And it came as a surprise to Rick, too, who keeps reminding me, “You’re in your late thirties now.” I guess he doesn’t remember that he’ll be there in six short months.
I must admit that I relish in my birthday. I want the world to know so that everyone can wish me a happy one. In fact, I often tell everyone I meet that it’s my birthday, so that I can hear the words come out of their mouth. I don’t do anything that I don’t feel like doing. All in all, I’d say I’m kind of a nightmare to be around.
Rick has learned well. On Friday, he took me to lunch to the restaurant of my choice. Yesterday we went to a movie of my choice and then to dinner at the restaurant of my choice. Today we’re having the dinner of my choice, the cake of my choice, and everyone has been at my beck and call. I haven’t had to lift a finger. It’s been pretty nice.
I’m grateful for a family that puts up with my birthday attitude. And I really have tried to chill out some. But on a day that I can make my whole family watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers from beginning to end, you know I have to take advantage.
I think I’ll wait until next year not to be a pain in the butt.