A Flower-filled birthday
As a general rule, I love my birthday.
May 24 is the best day of the year, hands down.
I blame my parents. They always spoiled us, but our birthdays took it to a whole different level.
On your special day, you got gifts, some of your favorite meals and to wear your (usually new) birthday outfit.
Even at 30-something, I still get butterflies the night before my birthday, in anticipation of what my day will bring.
This year, it brought flowers - lots of them.
I like fresh flowers, so I had some sent to my office for my birthday.
On Friday, my Dad called to ask, 'Did you get the flowers I sent?'
I had not.
But on my birthday, another beautiful bounty of flowers arrived, from my sister, Regina.
The card said something like, "Please don't think this means I like you. Happy Birthday, loser."
Or something like that.
I went to a tasty birthday lunch with a friend, and came home to a call from my mother, who said someone had sent flowers to my parents' home in Newport News for my birthday.
Wow. . . I'm truly loved, or it somehow leaked out how much I LOOOOOOVE getting flowers.
So, this year, I got four sets of flowers for my birthday.
I feel like a beauty queen who won something. (smile)
Note to self. . . send out a birthday gift reminder again next year. . . .
