Memories and birthdays

Every year on my mom’s birthday, my grandma tells her what the weather was like on the day she was born. “It was a cold rainy November day . . .” and so on and so forth. Mom says it doesn’t feel like a real birthday until she hears it. This past year, we were all having dinner at Grandma’s for Mom’s birthday, and Grandma told the story over dinner. Mom and I glanced at each other, then looked away quickly so that we didn’t laugh. We aren’t sure if Grandma just likes telling the story or if she doesn’t remember that she tells it every year. Either way, it’s an important part of the day.

Yesterday I was talking to Grandma, and she mentioned that she can’t come to my upcoming birthday party. “You’re going to be 25?” she said. “I remember the day you were born . . .” At this point, I am getting my hopes up that I have finally reached the age where I get a story, too, but no. She just mentioned that I was a sweet baby and that I’m still a sweet girl (ha! I’ve got Grandma fooled!) and left it at that.

After watching an episode from Season 1 of the Gilmore Girls where Lorelai wakes Rory up at 4:03 to tell her the story of her birth, Mike and I decided that we’d like to have fun birthday traditions like that for our future kids. One of my friends says she got to use the special plate, which was reserved for things like birthdays and other big events. I remember that I could choose what we had for dinner on my birthday (I often chose chili, which is a weird meal for July. My dad complained every year – “It’s too hot to eat chili”). Mike says that birthdays were a huge event in his house, but, being a man, he doesn’t remember all the details. hehe. What are some of your birthday traditions that we can steal – *ahem* I meant incorporate into our household? A certain kind of cake? Always going somewhere? A scary clown?

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