Today is Naomi’s Birthday Eve. Tomorrow I turn 28 years old.
When I was about 7, I spent the day before my birthday at my Grandma’s house. I was so excited, maybe even hyper about my birthday the next day that my Gran even got into the act. Nobody has ever believed me but I promise you, my 60-something year old (at the time) Gran did cartwheels in her living room! We were laughing so hard when she dubbed this day, “Naomi’s Birthday Eve.” She wrote in on her calendar for years and I’ve always attempted to get everyone I know to celebrate the event of my birth for not just one, but TWO days! I’m so not vain.
This birthday is the first birthday I can remember where I am not terribly thrilled about growing a year older. I don’t know when becoming a year older became less of the focus of my actual birthday, but suddenly, I realize, that it isn’t the part I want to stress anymore.
I’ve also never enjoyed having a birthday less than two weeks post-Christmas and one day after New Year’s Day. Having said all of that, this year is the last year I choose to acknowledge January 3rd as my birthday. From now on, I hope to enjoy a quiet dinner with my family on my actual birthday in January, but celebrate it on June 3rd instead. It is exactly 6 months from my birthday and a much better time to party. No more forgetfulness, no more hangover excuses, no more brokenness! Weeeeeeeeeee. The only problem I face now is that my best friend’s husband has prior claim to June 3rd. Eh, it’ll work out.
Well, Happy Birthday to me! What ever shall I do tomorrow??
