“Happy birthday to me” *smiling and humming*
On this day in 19-something, my mother gave birth to me at St. John’s Hospital in Longview, WA. When my parents took me home a few days later, it was in a Christmas stocking.
My birthday has been shoved into the Christmas rush of parties, baking, family gatherings and shopping parades ever since.
This year? I’m in Cabo San Lucas for my birthday.
The sky is azure and the golden sun feels sweet kissing my winter-white skin. Everyone knows I’m a tourist. Hopefully, they can’t guess my age.
In truth, as I wrote this, the sun was shining outside my office window. The thermometer struggled to top 40 degrees. My hands turned purple and couldn’t melt an ice cube.
At the first of the month I gave my five reasons for skipping the whole Christmas season this year. Planning this trip to Mexico was part of my plan to disassociate myself with memories that made me sad.
Is it working? I’ll have to get back to you on that.
Am I relaxing? On the beach or by the pool, I am quite comfortable in the tropical sunlight.
Tomorrow, I have to fly back to Portland. If it’s anything like other trips to sunny regions, it may be snowing when we get to the airport.
The one wearing shorts and shivering? That would be me – trying to hang on to my happy birthday memories just a little bit longer.
Maybe they didn’t sing you “Happy Birthday” in Cabo, but what is your favorite birthday memory?
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So sweet! Next year we will have to do dinner again. I just wasn’t up for that this year. Too many memories.
Happy Birthday, Sharon! My birthday, quite often, falls on the Labor Day weekend. This isn’t as bad as what you go through but enough so that I’ve always wanted to just forget my birthday because I knew many others would be forgetting it too. I have a cousin-in-law who was born on Christmas Day. To make matters a little worse, his older brother was allowed to name him. He was named Christopher Robin, from the story Winnie-the-Pooh. Needless to say, he prefers to go by his middle name, Robin.
Ugh! I have always felt sorry for people with birthdays on December 24th and 25th. But…it’s not like we can choose our children’s birth dates, right?
Glad you had a wonderful birthday. Let me guess…you were 1990? Lol. God bless you and may your years be filled with love, joy, and peace. 🙂
Thanks, Deborah. Blessings to you and yours.
Nice compliment about my age
You’re welcome. Blessings!