Today is my 24th birthday. Yay.
I’m always excited about birthdays. I believe birthdays should be the most important day to any individual, held to higher esteem than even Christmas. Yeah, Christmas. Even if you’re one of those kids who gets tons of presents under the tree. Your birthday is all about you and the fact that you get to be alive and get to celebrate being here another year. It’s not something to take for granted, even though it is easy to. And even if you’re one of those types who is constantly sacrificing for others, there should be one day where you get to tell everyone else to fuck off, or buy you a cake.
I had everything planned for today. I was going to spend the day at the mall and spend my birthday money on some new nice clothes and eat lunch in the food court, and then tonight I was going to be joined by my friends and brother at the restaurant of my choosing. It was supposed to be awesome.
But alas, something had to give.
I did get to spend a good 3 hours at the mall with a fussy toddler who, surprise, was not all about shopping with the birthday girl. I did find some excellent deals, like finding 2 really nice pairs of trousers at Old Navy on clearance for $2 each. TWO DOLLARS EACH. That is less than you pay at Goodwill. And they were new. Yes, the mall must’ve known it was my day, because even the Israeli soap hagglers didn’t try to stop me once, and I passed them like a dozen times.
I digress. It all came crumbling down when I got horribly sick in the middle of the mall. It was my usual sick, which I would rather not describe in detail. All I will tell you is I get horrible stomach cramps, cramps that wreck my whole body, causing me to become weak and see spots, cause my heart to palpitate, and make me want to die. And then ends with me dashing to the family-friendly bathroom with the lock on the door. It was so embarrassing. If it just ended with the flush of a toilet, then I wouldn’t be complaining, but today’s attack was especially bad, and even now after I have taken medicine, I am still feeling the effects of it. I am weak, achy, and still midly cramping, and Vance went and picked up a delicious dinner from Chili’s for me that I am not sure I will be able to eat.
I came home and crashed on the bed and napped until about 20 minutes before I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner. I had to call and cancel at the last minute, and I felt fucking terrible for it. My friends had already left their house when I called them. I felt like an asshole for not letting them know 20 minutes sooner. But it was apparently okay because I was a sick asshole.
There are bright points in my day. Vance’s birthday present to me was a new cell phone that was supposed to arrive tomorrow and ended up arriving today. He can afford it because he added a line to a family talk plan. He is so great at picking out presents. And he is sweet and wonderful. For all the time he drives me insane lately there are 10 other moments where he makes me realize how amazing and special he is and how lucky I am to have found him. I guess this is marriage. It has moments that make you want to wretch and moments when you know can’t live without this person.
I got a lot of great cards and wishes and generous gifts from the people around us. I realize I am insanely lucky to have these people around who care enough to join in my excitement for my own selfish holiday. They are also the same people who have helped our family stay afloat and thrive. So thank you for all the gifts and love.