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A birthday weekend
February 5, 2014 - Pam Rodgers
I like when my birthday lands on a weekend. It makes the celebration plans much easier to handle. Granted in my adulthood, the scale of birthday celebrating has shifted.
When you are a kid, your parents plan a big party and invite friends and family to share in festivities that usually includes presents and cake. As the birthday girl, you love it because they are your presents and you get to blow out flaming candles on a cake. What more could a kid want?
As I got older, I was involved with many activities, so often my birthday landed on the same day as one event or another, limiting the chance for a big to do. My sister and I would bring treats to share and the day would go on like any other, which was fine with me. I have never been one to seek out a spotlight. Let me celebrate my birthday with my twin sister, and I am happy as a clam. Plus if it doesn’t snow on my birthday, that is an added bonus.
I’m a Groundhog’s Day baby. It made it really easy for people to remember. There were TWO of us born in the SECOND month on the SECOND day. If we had been born in a year with a two in it that probably would have been too many two’s to handle. Two is an important number to my family. I think I took this two thing too far.
OK, moving on.
This year, the day was extra special. It landed on Super Bowl Sunday. All of my birthday buddies and I could declare the whole country was celebrating our birthday. It’s a wonderful feeling in a delusional world.
In all seriousness, the weekend was fantastic. Trish and I were able to spend our entire birthday weekend together. We haven’t been able to do that since we graduated college. We were able to go out to a celebratory dinner on Saturday and then exchange gifts on Sunday and share birthday cake. It was a small affair, with just my immediate family plus Trish’s boyfriend, but that’s how we like it.
The Super Bowl was the most disappointing thing about the weekend. I was bummed that I didn’t turn it off and watch Downton Abbey. That would have been far better conclusion to my birthday weekend.