standard ishue–Katie

Yes, today is my birthday. January 9. I’ve seen a few; well, actually quite a few.

But let’s get away from that subject and on to something more meaningful: gifts. I love the holidays, giving and receiving gifts, trying to guess what would be appropriate for friends and family. But birthdays are a ‘gimme, gimme, it’s all about ME, ME, ME’ time of the year. Right? Of course.

“Oh, look, flowers. Aren’t they beautiful?” I adore flowers. My mother made my husband-to-be promise to send me flowers for every birthday, a tradition in my family. I’m not sure if it was a deal-breaker for the wedding if he said no, but no worries there. The main problem with flowers is that there’s only a few that will actually last longer than a few days this time of the year. [And I got a dozen roses in red, white, and yellow!!!]

“Wow. Jewelry. Perfect!” A gift never to be denied, I’ll admit. Shower me with jewels and silver. God, I’m such a girl.

“Clothes.” Well, to be honest, clothing has always been a normal birthday present for me. I wanted toys for Christmas, so it stood to reason that my wardrobe would be enhanced for my birthday. Another tradition that stands to this day.

“Cards and well-wishes through social media.” Sweet. I love to be remembered by my friends and family this way. It’s like the mailman knocking at my door a dozen times.

“Cake.” ‘Nuff said. Birthday without cake is like summer without the sun, a car without gas, an empty coffee cup. Horrors on all counts. Period.

“Dinner.” Of course, and at the restaurant of the special birthday person’s choice. Mine, Mine, Mine!!! This year, I can’t decide: steak or Italian? Decisions, decisions.

Then there’s that one gift, the surprise, the ultimate ‘gee, I would never have imagined this would happen on my birthday’ gift:  The trailer for Love Least Expected and all our names are mentioned in USA Today!!

I’m totally on cloud nine–on the ninth! My birthday wish to you, dear readers, is that you all experience a day like this many, many times in your lifetime.

I think I’ll have Italian. Yum.