|The morning of my birthday he asked if I wanted a cake. I said, "Not unless my name is on it." Bless his heart he bought some cookie decorating pens and wrote my name on it."|
The weeks leading up to my birthday I didn't want to celebrate it. In fact, I didn't even want to recognize it and hoped to let the day quietly pass by. This is a huge detour from my usual hopes and dreams of a surprise party. Ever since I was little I've wanted a surprise party but it's never happened. I think it has something to do with my mother. It's strange celebrating your birthday without your mom calling you.
On the day of my birthday, we had our big show for the school and I went home exhausted and already fulfilled. To my surprise, the apartment was decorated in streamers and a Happy Birthday banner. There was a huge wrapped box on the dining room table. Cue heart flutters. Mr. B assured me there was no surprise party and I was grateful for that.
He then asked what I wanted to do and I decided on some Thai food and an early evening.
I get ready. I barely put on make-up. I wear my go-to Summer dress. There's a knock on the door.
It's Cydney. What is she doing here?
Then another knock. It's Niki! Niki? What...
Then Abbey. Then Sarah.
Then Mr. B says, "You have a reservation at a fancy Italian seafood restaurant." Seafood and Italian is my favorite. He then sends off all he ladies with an envelope of cash and a birthday girl pin on my chest. It was like Pretty Women but with streamers and tiramisu.
After dinner, the ladies came back to the apartment for ice cream cake and gifts and more laughter and story telling. I felt very loved.
I have to say, this birthday beat every other birthday I've had. Even the Care Bear party when I was five wasn't as wonderful as this. Thank you, Mr. Branflake. You did good.