I've always wanted to throw a girlie birthday party, one that is filled with all the pretty things we girls dream of, tea parties, flowers and pink pom poms, with fairy wings and sparkles...and a pretty jeweled crown. I love being the mother of two boys, but those pretty things don't go well with cowboys and ninjas. My best friend has two girls the same ages as my boys and she always threw the prettiest parties for them. Every year I would drag the boys, they, of course, were the only boys there, but I made them suffer through it while I twirled with the girls and sipped tea with them until the cake was cut. I always wished those parties would never stop. Of course they did, but oh, those were lovely days, and lovely memories.
Birthdays are so special, aren't they? To know, how ever many years ago, that you came into this world. The day you took your first breath and joined everyone else on this beautiful earth. It's such a magnificent thought.
Every May 20th I wake up feeling so alive, so alert to the day, every minute feels awesome to me. With every breath I take, I know I was made for this day. That's what I hope my boys know about their own birthdays, it's a celebration of their life. Their own created and unique life. As their mother, I hold every minute of those days close to my heart.
I do have a girl now, a special one who makes my son smile and laugh and so very happy. I owe her a beautiful day for that. A day where she feels like the world is spinning just for her. When hearts are happy and laughter flows and all her wishes come true. And hopefully, a day that she'll remember well into her own mothering years.
When she blows out her candles, I hope her every wish comes true. Mine has.