My birthday is coming up on October 4th and I will be turning the big 3-0 this year. I haven’t exactly kept this a secret and I like to remind folks whenever I get the chance. I’m not even opposed to the number 30 itself, even though I feel like I should be. It helps that I’ve heard people say their 30’s are far superior to their 20’s. Instead of discovering one’s self and making loads of mistakes, one tends to be more settled and happy with the direction their life has gone.
For reasons I can’t figure out, I’m SUPER pumped about this particular milestone and it’s making me a little expectation crazy! I’ve always loved my birthday but not in this excessive way before. Maybe I’m excited because I’m really content and happy with my life right now? Maybe I’m finally embracing getting older? Maybe I just enjoy having everyone’s attention for a full week? Maybe if I strive to make it the best birthday ever I won’t have time to feel sad about the things I haven’t yet accomplished in my life?
Let’s take a minute to collectively feel bad for my poor husband (who doesn’t turn 30 until March 2014 btw), because in my mind his gift has to be the ultimate of gifts.
We got into a tiny disagreement while out to dinner the other night. In his words, “I get in trouble no matter what I do! You give me a list of what you want, but then you also want to be surprised. So if I get something off the list you are disappointed that I didn’t think of something more creative and if I don’t get you something off the list there’s a higher risk of you not liking it.”
I responded, “What is so specific about jewelry and designer purses? There’s a lot of wiggle room for surprise in there.” 🙂
I’ll admit it, I can be pretty picky. It doesn’t help that The Scottish would prefer we never celebrate his birthday ever again. He doesn’t like the spotlight and doesn’t want me to waste money on him. I disagree completely, and usually go all out on his birthday because that’s how I show him my love. I treat him the way I want to be treated. But if he treated me the way he wants to be treated, we’d be in big trouble.
Additionally, The Scottish is TERRIBLE at keeping secrets and I am almost two steps ahead of him. Take my first birthday as his girlfriend for example. I had given him some romantic ideas for downtown and in the end I was able to guess 100% correctly what he had planned. (He took me on a horse and carriage ride followed by dinner at the John Hancock Building. And knowing about it didn’t make it any less special!)
My biggest issue with this upcoming birthday is location. I can’t believe I’m turning 30 in Kansas City. Sometimes I want to pinch myself in disbelief. I lived in Chicago for seven amazing years, celebrating birthdays 23-29 with my partner, amazing girlfriends, and my lovely nanny family. Before that I was in college at the University of Illinois and celebrated birthdays 19-22 with some of my bestest friends in the world. And before that I was in MN, surrounded by my wonderful family and my awesome high school friends for birthdays 3-18. (I spent 2.5 years in North Dakota but those birthday celebrations are more than fuzzy.)
For the first time in my life, I don’t have a core group of friends living nearby. I don’t have anyone I would call family outside of The Scottish and McKenna. Consequently, I had daydreamed about my 30th birthday in Chicago and all the wonderful things we’d do, shopping downtown, maybe bowling and a fancy dinner, drinks at the top of the John Hancock building (we love that place), and a walk by Lake Michigan. If we were in Minnesota by October I was convinced my entire family would have thrown me a surprise birthday party! Yikes…
This is where we insert the car brakes screeching to a halt sound. I need to get over myself. What if having my 30th birthday in Kansas means it’s EXTRA special and full of unique memories?
Cut to reality: I am VERY excited because The BFF is driving here from MN to celebrate my birthday with us! I’m so lucky that she wants to make the trip and apparently she and The Scottish are scheming and making plans for the entire weekend. I feel like Leslie Knope from NBC’s Parks and Rec, with The Scottish as Ben Wyatt, and The BFF as Ann Perkins. My two favorite people are becoming best friends! Yea, never mind, I just use any excuse to compare myself to Amy Poehler.
For those of you still wondering
how I got so demanding what to get me for my birthday, let me take the guess-work out of it for you. I realize jewelry and designer purses are not in everyone’s budget, so understand that I’d be happy with Starbucks and Target gift cards ad nauseam because I’m a chain-store whore and I love those places. 🙂