The Early Twenties have been nothing if not formative, so I can't wait to see what happens in this, the sunset of my life.
I call it the sunset of my life because my golden birthday is next year. (Some people don't know what that means, and I pity you. I also pity you if your golden was at age 2 or something. You weren't even aware, and that hurts my heart.) For as long as I can remember I've looked forward to the age of 27, since that will be my golden birthday. My Golden Age. All the stars will be aligned and my life will reach its pinnacle of awesomeness, to forever surpass my previous peak in fourth grade.
Beyond that, what is there?
I must assume that the downward slope will begin on the dawn of age 28. *audible sigh*
But enough of that Melancholy Molly. Let's talk about birthdays! This year's was one for the books, fo sho. Since I had a Sunday birthday, I got to have a whole birthday weekend. Thanks to all those who endured multiple birthday activities....all I can say is that at least I've scaled it down from a whole week, right?
Here are some highlights:
Flowers at work
Chinese food with good friends -- and the many good things that happened there (i.e. Caboodle, me trying to feed grease to a baby, that old Chinese guy, and everyone trying to eat our potstickers, [including the baby.].) .].).].)
Sleeping in
Shopping with Mom (Market Street wasn't half bad either)
The Barker Birthday Duet
Feats of Strength -- I see it as a sign of our growing age that lately we are continually pitting ourselves against each other in various physical contests...of which I win none. I can just see us all at age 75, pulling a break-dancing stall and saying "look what I can still do!"...and then paying for it for a week. Oh wait, that's what happens now. *even more audible sigh*
A guitar in tip-top shape
HOLGA!
The Stomp-esque birthday rendition that had a 5 minute intro and culminated in a bread pudding candle blowing
The Friendship basket
Cookie sundaes and Sundays with friends
Reading in the warm sun on a beanbag on the deck
Anyway, the list goes on and on. There were only 2 lowlights: 1) No birthday dance by me and Snee, and 2) Colby fell and Frankensteined himself forever (click on The Richins blog for pictures..but only if you can handle it. The cute little guy is a friggin champ, though--look how he poses all gruesomely!)
Okay I'll be done now. But I love everyone and loved this birthday. I loved age 25 and so far I love 26 even more. Wow! That's a lot of love. But that's how I feel so there it is. Rock the 26.
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6 comments:
On your birthday we were laying on the beach and I turned to Bruce and said, 'Happy Birthday Stef' and he said the same. We celebrated your life but a b-day dance must still be done.
Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear sister. Happy Birthday to you.
What's better than a sister singing happy birthday over the phone? Singing on a post comment. That's right, blogging is not making me socially retarded.
This week we must resume our birthday lunches.
Stef, I'm shocked you did not add my card to your list of highlights...or at least post a copy of it on your blog. I worked really really hard on that. Oh well, I'm glad your birthday weekend was wonderful!
Stefy stef stef, well I must say, I am so glad you had such a super birthday! And I am a super suck birthday friend. I thought about your birthday a lot. The emails of when dinner would be, talking to Molly about who was going where and when, and so on. I am sorry to say that I did not call. I have no good excuse, I was by a phone but I think distracted by a sewing machine. Anyway, let me say now. HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEFFY STAR! I love you and everything about you...Let me name a few things. 1.Your energy 2.Your love of large gatherings and ability to plan 3.Your artistic mind and ability to create beautiful art. 4.Your genuine love and concern for all of our friends...you truly are a great friend. I love you and am so glad we met at Summit Hall.
your birthday was indeed memorable yo. After reading your blog I have mixed emotions though- excited about your golden year, and sad because I think I missed mine? Because I never knew about this golden year you speak of. Do share...maybe I haven't missed mine yet?
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Stef, I celebrate your life each day in my heart. I'm so glad you're 26. Let me know how it goes. And I love late 20's. So much better than early 20's. And I'm that sad sap that had a golden birthday at age 5. Bummer.
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