Here’s something not many people know about me: I never wanted to share my birthday with another person EVER AGAIN.
This implies two things – that I have shared my birthday before, and that my wish for not sharing it again DIDN’T come true.
Yes and Yes.
I have family who are born on the same day as I… or me on the same day as them, whichever way you wanna look at it. Throw in random people I’ve met over the years who are also born on my ‘birth’ day, including the legendary Madonna and the anniversary of Elvis’ death, and well, I just felt like the day was all a bit overused.
When it looked like baby girl’s arrival on this earth was going to come much earlier than expected, and therefore, on my birthday… well I can’t say I was too rapt. And it wasn’t solely for selfishness sakes. I wanted her to have her own day. As much as sharing my birthday with family had been interesting and exciting to say the least, I wanted her to have her day, and her day alone.
Can I now say, how wrong I was?
Sharing a birthday, with not just anyone, but with my daughter – well it is the best thing ever. Double the fun. Double the excitement. Double the special times. Double the partying. Double the surprises.
Double the ♥
I had a beautiful day today, and sharing it with my baby girl was all the more special.
Here are some gratitude snapshots of the day:
Her kindergarten cupcakes
Afternoon treat break with my girl (her first milkshake was THE FREAK)
Dinner was comforting and sublime. Just perfect.
And Hubbie got us both flowers… a gorgeous gesture that shows baby girl the loving actions a husband should do for his wife, but by getting her some too, he is setting her up for the love and respect that she will come to expect, in years to come.
Today, was all about sharing, and ♥♥♥