Birthdays are sacred to me.
Yes, I’m one of those people. The ones that believe in week long celebrations, in recognizing the day even as you push through your mid 30’s.
J and I basically “agree to disagree” on this one.
I don’t know if it’s because my parents always made our birthdays big deals… not expensive deals, mind you, just big productions. You got called the birthday boy/girl in the 2 weeks leading up to it. The morning-of guaranteed a fancy homemade breakfast in bed and your favorite dinner at night.
It was always this fun “celebration of you” that my whole family got into.
And now I’m so excited to bring that to my kids.
Finally the Bug will be able to remember some of this… she’s certainly been looking forward to this day for weeks.
Finally the day has arrived….
… And I’m not there.
It’s one week away from Demo Day and there is no good way to fly there and be back in time to do everything.
So instead of doing neither thing well, I’ve chosen to the work thing well.
But this morning, as J readies the balloons and my mum makes her her special breakfast, my heart aches to be there. To see her eyes light up with excitement. To see her little jig of joy
I know it shouldn’t be such a big deal. She likely won’t even remember.
But 4 years ago this little girl – this beautiful, sassy, full of heart girl made me a mama. It’s been such a journey. I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing today without her.
So today my heart will be with my Bug. Happy birthday my love. May you ever be the kind, thoughtful, silly soul.