Welcome to my birthday week! I will be 35 on August 17. I do not normally care about birthdays, but turning 35 seems like a big deal to me. Hence, my gift to myself is to get other people to write my blog for me. I know, brilliant right? All this week, I will have four lovely friends who will be writing about birthdays. Please show then some love! I’ll be back next week, older and hopefully, wiser.
I don’t think there can be a more cheerful blogger than Kir of The Kir Corner. She exudes so much life through her beautiful writing – be it her make-you-cry-buckets posts about her struggle with infertility, or her loving posts about her twin sons Gio and Jacob.
I’m also constantly on the edge of my seat waiting for the next installment of her ongoing fictional series: Kimmy and David. If you haven’t read them, do! I’ve also had the honor of appearing in Kir’s Proud Mommy Moments series.
Kir, thank you for being such a fabulous friend to me, with your constant support and kind words! xo
Hi, I’m Kir of The Kir Corner.
I am so excited to be here celebrating with Alison during her birthday week.
I mean if there were ever a woman that deserved to be showered with a full week of love, adulation and pure admiration it’s Alison.
So I come bearing the gifts of balloons, hugs and birthday cake. *YUMMY*
Alison, I hope every single one of your “CANDLE WISHES” comes true for you and I am so happy you asked me to celebrate with you, I feel so happy and honored to be here in this space.
SMOOCHES to you BIRTHDAY QUEEN!
Ever since I’ve been a little girl, I’ve had a love affair with my birthday.
There are so many things to adore about the day you were born and I don’t shy away from the adoration of a day devoted entirely to me.
After all, there is so much about February that I dislike; the bitter cold of my least favorite season, the unfairness of being given only 28 days to reign as the queen and the challenge of making sure that no one tries to combine my gifts with that certain other holiday of hearts and romance that falls 8 days after mine.
I am a firm believer in the thought that happiness begets more happiness that a smile will coax another smile and I spend much of February encouraging this type of behavior. If I have to be cold, cancel my parties due to inclement weather or lament the adding of another candle to my cake, I prefer to do it with style, smiles and acceptance.
Do you remember how much you loved your birthday as a child, a day specially designed to shout to the world that YOU ARE HERE and YOU MATTER?
A day when your parents, relatives, friends and neighbors lifted you high and shouted your beautiful qualities to you?
What a fantastic concept!
A moment in time devoted to brightly colored paper, shiny helium filled balloons and a cake decorated to match your current fancy.
In a childhood that is riddled with some memories I would prefer not to remember, I have bright shining recall of the days in February that were given to me alone.
The cards that held crisp new bills or the boxes wrapped with more love than precision that offered me new clothes or a coveted toy or as I got older beautiful jewelry, the message clear in the loopy handwriting of my grandmothers or my parents.
I was loved.
To this day, I will go to bed on Jan 31st eager and excited with the promise of a month of partying.
I will become giddy and annoying, spouting joy and reminders of the “special day coming”. I become a bigger version of my gregarious self and soak up every single bit of happiness that is covered in butter cream icing.
So that on February 6th I wake in the still dark chilly morning and I listen for my phone to ring, just as my siblings and mom do on their own day. I wait for the voices of the people I love singing to me, even at 41 I never tire of hearing their scratchy voices warbling the song, tears pricking at my eyes, in the early morning.
I beg, every year, to hear my mom tell me the story of my conception, the joy of her pregnancy , the traveling I did under her heart (that I am sure is the reason for my wanderlust) and the day and half of jitterbugging, water-breaking, a false start and a Reese’s Cup that ended up with me being born.
Her familiar voice adding some elements or forgetting some each year, but she always indulges me, her eyes lost in the memories of her first born.
For you see, I am reborn with each celebration, each year I am given another chance to start over.
In my world of always worrying about other people, taking care of everyone’s needs and holding them high, making them feel special, I find pure joy in bending over a mixture of sugar, flour and icing, making my candle wishes and then licking the spoon of sweetness over and over again.
Have a fantastic Birthday Alison, being here today was such a fantastic GIFT.
Thank you Kir, for your lovely story and your great outlook on birthdays!
What are your favorite birthday memories?