Since I got a cake AND a pie this year, I thought for sure I'd celebrate all week long. But, despite the fact that the cake (Lemon Chiffon) was not as decorative or elaborate as what Eric usually makes
Or despite the fact that blueberry pie is not traditional birthday fare,
both are now officially gone--eaten, mowed, scarffed down, shop vac-ed--making my 43rd celebration officially over. Drat.
Eric asked me today why I think I love being the birthday girl so much. "I can't get over how much you like having a birthday" were his exact words.
And it is true that it's something I look forward to all year. But I think it's not for the reasons that some might think. Although I like the dinner out and the gifts the kids get or make, and I like cake and the singing, I'm not crazy about the superficial part of birthdays. It's more than that.
A June birthday means the end of school is near and the beginning of summer is here. My birthday marks the beginning of lazy days in a lawn chair reading a book or sipping ice tea at the pool. It means staying up late into the night, listening to the bugs, sometimes playing flashlight tag. It means I don't have to get up early to pack lunches for a few months and I don't have to deal with homework and book reports and state projects. It means I can wear flip flops, have my windows down when I drive with the music loud. It means a vacation to a sandy spot is probably just around the corner. My birthday is the start of all the stuff that I love most in life.
So the cake AND the pie are gone, but the summer is just beginning...finally!! And that can be celebrated lots more days to come!
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