In honor of my birthday month, I thought I would compile a list of my most memorable birthdays. As you may know, I have been waiting for my birthday since April. It is very near and I am very excited, as I always have been about my birthday. So……here we go.
This wasn’t a memorable one for me, but I’m sure it was for my family. What parent forgets their only child’s first birthday. Plus, I was really cute, so it made the cut.
Most traumatic birthday
The year was 1983. I was turning eight. It was my birthday party with all my family gathered together in the living room of our bungalow style house. I was having a blast, as I always did on my birthday. This is where it all gets a bit foggy for me, probably due to the fact that I blocked out the horror of the night long ago. My mother helped me with the details. They go something like this.
I was enjoying my party and there was a knock on the door. My parents urged me to open the door. That should have been my first red flag that something wasn’t right. They didn’t let me just answer the door all by myself at night. I trusted their judgement though and opened the door with a big smile on my face.
The smile quickly turned to shock and terror all in a split second. A clown was standing in my front door. Apparently, in a vain attempt to protect myself from the ungodly thing, I started throwing punches at my mother. I then bolted through the house to the back door, all the while screaming and crying. One of my parents thwarted my attempt at escape and forced me back in the living room with the clown. There were obligatory pictures to be taken.
Beware, those of you that share a fear of clowns. The following photo is disturbing on many levels. First, there is a clown present. Second there is a terrified little girl being forced to stand by the beast.
I don’t think I need to say anything else about the clown incident.
Best birthday surprise
The year I turned 30 Ric threw me a surprise party. It was awesome. My friends were there, I had cake, presents and Italian food. What more could anyone ask for? The morning of my actual birthday, Ric woke me up and told me to pack my bags. We got all packed up, got in the car and started out for a destination unknown to me. We ended up at Big Cedar Lodge and I was so very happy! I had never been there and I had only heard good things about it.
As we pulled up to our cabin I was still trying to process that I had 2 whole days there of doing nothing but relaxing. We opened the door and standing in the kitchen were two of our best friends in the world. Actually, it was a life-size cardboard cut out of them, but I really just thought that was so cool. They lived in Costa Rica and I thought it was all just part of the surprise — have a part of them there with us. Weird, but cool too.
I was wrong. They jumped out of one of the bedrooms and yelled surprise. We spent the next two days eating an insane amount of food, playing games and talking. It was unforgettable. I said it was the best birthday surprise ever. I did not know what was to come the next year…….
The best birthday surprise, ever.
My 31st birthday was a pretty normal day. My mother had taken me out to lunch and then I had groceries to buy and a 3 year old to take care of. We had just moved into an awesome, beautiful and perfect house (http://ricnrin.com/affordable-home-for-sale-in-springfield-mo/) two days earlier and I was restocking our food supply. I also had plans that evening with a dear friend and needed to make sure Ric and firstborn had food.
We had been wanting a second child for a very long time, but things just weren’t working out like we had hoped. Long story short, I found out I was pregnant with secondborn that day. I was so surprised I lost the ability to speak. I woke up my little boy, put the pregnancy test in a gift bag and we ran out the door to Ric’s office. I gave him the bag and he said “why are you giving me a gift on your birthday?”
He then opened it and didn’t know whether to be grossed out or excited. Excited won out and we both deemed that the best birthday present ever.
There are so many other categories, maybe I’ll save them for next year. I can tell you that this year I will eat cake and Italian food (or Mexican, I’m kind of waffling on this decision) this year. It will be awesome and I will not count Weight Watchers points. I will enjoy time with my family and go to my four year old’s Christmas program. It will be a wonderful clown and pregnancy-test free birthday.