September is full of birthdays, my youngest and mine included! Since I turned 30 I've dreaded my birthday. They became totally meaningless, plus they have never, and I mean NEVER been treated as something special. I guess I don't make a big fuss or care because no one else ever does. I have had like 2 "birthday" parties in my WHOLE entire life. I think that's why I always make such a big deal out of my kid's birthday's. I never had that as a kid. But you know sometimes.... it would be nice to feel special.
My husband has never made a big deal of mother's day or my birthday. It's just something I'm use to. It was super cute of my 3 year old, I asked him if he knew what this Saturday was. He say's "Asher's birthday" in fairness we celebrated Ashers 2nd birthday last weekend. I go "nope" then he say's "your birthday!" I tell him "yup!" then he ask me "are you going to have cake?" I said "no, problem not, mommy never gets cake on her birthdays anymore" he looks sad and goes "why?" I said "well, because daddy doesn't get mommy cakes" he then tells me "I'm going to tell daddy right now to get you a birthday cake!" the sweetest thing! And guess what, he did. And this year my hubby got me cake and ice cream!
Best thing about my birthday? It's exactly 7 day's after my 4th child's Asher. I love that it's something sweet we share. September babies.
2 full year's out of the womb!
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