This morning I was cleaning out my closet and I found a box of old pictures. I started digging through them and found this picture from my very first birthday...
Which just proves that, even at one year old, I had this whole birthday thing figured out
It's all about the cake, people!
Look how determined I am! I look like I'm about to leap out of that high chair. Thirty-eight years later I still have that single-minded pursuit of cake. I believe you'll see me with that same look on my face at work when Tammy brings in the cake for all the May birthdays. Just don't stand between me and the icing and nobody will get hurt.
What sticks out the most about this picture, besides the 1970 decorations, is the fact that my mom was only eighteen when this picture was taken. As a teenager, my mom went out of her way to make my first birthday special. She colored the stripes on that paper plate and arranged the straws and animal crackers to make my circus birthday cake. I think she told me once that she saw a picture of a similar cake in a magazine and knew she could copy it. Wow.
I've always said that Moms should be celebrated as much as the birthday kid because they're the ones who work so hard to get us here. If it was easy they wouldn't call it LABOR! So thanks, Mom, for being the kind of mom who would make a circus cake for a one-year-old. And the kind of grandma who will keep my kids overnight two weekends in a row. The kind of Grama who makes awesome Chicken Little and Roman soldier costumes.
The kind of Mom who tolerates a Princess like me.
I love you. Thanks for having me.
But since I'm turning 39 tomorrow, you're officially OLDER THAN DIRT.