Today is my birthday.
I LOVE helping my friends and family celebrate their birthdays and making them feel extra special. For my husband? I go ALL OUT. Big back yard barbecues in the middle of June, themes, homemade specialty cupcakes or cakes, the decorations and planning. I throw myself into it. I work myself to the bone to put on a production that will live forever etched in the pickled brains of our friends and family, especially when we tell stories about the jungle juice.
Yet for some reason, I always dread my own birthday.
I think part of it has to do with the weather. Every. Single. Year. It is either raining (hello hurricane season in the Mid-Atlantic) or it's ridiculously hot, which I can't stand.
But alas, birthday's remind us that we've survived one more trip around the sun. I am grateful to be here. I know that for sure.
Funnily enough, this year I was gifted with rain in the morning, followed by oppressive heat and humidity. It was a double whammy of the worst sorts. Mother Nature was determined to put me through the ringer this year for some reason, when all I really wanted for my birthday was a crisp fall day that warranted breaking out one of my beloved hoodies at night.
Despite the weather though, my husband and best friend put on a hell of a party for me. They made a taco bar (and clearly I am never one to turn down a taco,) invited some of my all time favorite people, made me an epic tequila punch, set up the fire pit out back, and hung a sheet on the fence to screen Hocus Pocus in the yard by the fire.
It was perfect. I had a gathering of my dearest treasures, who kept it low key and left me to bask in the love while the dogs roamed the yard. I am incredibly blessed, and that was just the reminder I needed.
It's been a good weekend, and today has been a good day. Here's to birthdays, friends, family, and making the most out of every stupidly hot or miserably rainy day.
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