It’s my birthday. It’s my birthday. I’m gonna party like it’s my birthday.
If you can’t tell, I’m a BIG birthday person. I celebrate a birthday week—not just the day. I think it’s the only child in me that demands this kind of celebration.
My parents always made a big deal out of my birthdays. I’m not talking circus animals and sweet 16 parties that cost as much as my wedding. My parents didn’t have that kind of money, but they always made me feel extra special even if that meant having family and a couple friends over for a backyard barbeque.
I remember one birthday in particular when I was in the second grade. My mom let me invite 8 friends over for a slumber party and she bought us about $100 worth of beads and jewelry supplies. Nothing extravagant—plastic beads and stretchy stringing material, but we LOVED it. We stayed up most of the night making bracelets and necklaces while watching movies and eating junk food. We definitely thought our new jewelry rocked.