I was born the day before Thanksgiving. Some people call it “Turkey Day”, but I like to think of it as “the day we give thanks to God for our blessings”.
There was just one problem.
My young mother was always swamped with preparing for the big feast on my birthday. Plus, she had other smaller children, a husband who traveled too much, and other unhealthy situations that complicated her life. Consequently, I had always felt like my birthday was so NOT SPECIAL.
To add to the matter, my 40th birthday occurred right on Thanksgiving Day. Instead of celebrating, I was home sick as Auntie Flow arrived following my 3rd unsuccessful IVF cycle trying to a baby. Next, my niece called me to let me know she was unexpectantly pregnant. Yep, I was Miss Pitiful.
Scroll ahead. I can’t tell you how many times I have asked my husband (even begged!) to have a birthday party for me. “Barb”, he would say, “I was born in the summer and my mother never had birthday parties for me because everyone was out of school.” So what? He never really cared about a birthday party. Yep, Miss Pitiful popped out again and proudly presented herself.
But this year, I got the biggest birthday blessing ever! Jim surprised me with a 70s theme party. Everyone came dressed up. Presents galore. Cake. Ice cream. Candles, although not too many. My husband even created a fun 70s playlist where we guessed and danced through memory lane. What a fabulous and fun time!
I can’t tell you how incredibly healing this was for me. As I write this – I am still in shock and awe. I must be special to several someones.
THANK YOU TO MY SWEET HUSBAND!
THANK YOU TO MY SWEET FRIENDS!
THANK YOU GOD!