Dear Caroline,
I would like to go on record for being the one person that
hates their birthday. I’ve already talked about how I love to do birthdays big
for family members and that is completely true. But I hate my birth date. That
is because my birthday is on January 1st aka the most inconvenient
birth date besides Christmas. I am not going to lie, it is THE reason I wanted
to get married in the summer.
I am not a materialistic person. I don’t own purses or lots
of shoes or great clothes. I don’t wear jewelry, make-up, or perfume. What I
like the most is being with my friends and family. But because my birthday is
on a holiday it is always inconvenient for others to get together. I also hate
the idea of postponing my birthday so I’m just out of luck.
My least favorite birthday occurred when I was turning six
years old. My parents had decided (again) to postpone my birthday party with my
friends until after the first of the year. We were going to celebrate at our
local skating rink when…. Dun dun dun…. my mom discovered I had the chicken
pox. It was miserable. I was itchy and scratchy and just gross. I remember
being so upset that there would be no party because of the stupid pox. I was
just flat disappointed.
Lately has also been a disappointment because Thomas has had
to work every. single. birthday. that we have been together so my birthday has
never been properly celebrated. I kinda hate my birthday.
Wish #64: I hope for you to have a nice, convenient birthday
far away from Christmas.
Love always
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