Having My Cake

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Turning a year older, especially entering an age bracket reserved for ostracized single LDS folks, can be traumatic. And while I've always loved my birthday (Loved that having it in the summer meant no school. Loved that, growing up, it was tradition to enjoy the same special Mexican meal— taquitos, refried beans, and rice with generous amounts of homemade guacamole. Loved that pool parties and piñatas were usually involved. Loved that I got to share the exact same birth date with my dearest best girlfriend, which we discovered when we just 12. Loved that multiple celebrations were the norm.) I broached yesterday's anniversary with a little more trepidation. You see, I wasn't ready to blow the candle out on another wish, the same wish I'd been making for years, only to have it fade into oblivion.

Turns out, I had nothing to worry about. Truly. It was a luxurious extended weekend, which included a road trip, a day off work, and some cathartic morning yoga. I received phone calls from two women I admire more than I can say. I arranged my own little gathering and baked a chocolate-chip zucchini cake with loads of chocolate frosting. I enjoyed the tactile sensation of opening actual greeting cards. I had a heart-to-heart with my recently married friend after all the other guests left. And when the group gathered to sing the usual birthday anthem, I smiled into their shining faces, thanked them for their friendship, and didn't blow out a single candle.


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