My birthday has always been the culmination of summer. As a kid, my mom threw amazing sleepover parties in our giant army tent in the backyard. My birthday usually fell on/around Western Days in Twin Falls, which always made for cheap thrills watching the parade just blocks away from our house. I always liked to think the parade was in my honor.
Birthdays now days involve much less fan fare, and sadly, no parades.
It's funny to think that Ian proposed to me on my birthday just three years ago. We snuck out of the office for an afternoon birthday float, and he got down on one knee with tears in his eyes. I kept asking him what's wrong?! Are you hurt? Did you kneel on a fish hook? Why are you crying?!
He pulled out the ring, and we were both crying. We then squealed and kissed and shouted, "We're getting married!" to every boat that passed our little island. I like to tease him that he set the birthday bar pretty high that day.
This year Auntie Julia has volunteered to watch the babe. I'm looking forward to a ride in the hills on my new (new to me) bike and dinner with my main squeeze. Simple, quiet and pretty perfect.
My birthday wishes have also become significantly more simple and more meaningful. Much like my daily prayers, they now involve health, happiness and love. No ponies or yellow convertibles or parades in my honor.
Happy birthday to me! Here's to another joy-filled year! xoH
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