As a kid, birthdays were not that big of a deal. It probably had to do with the fact that my brother, my sister and myself were born within 8 days of each other (+2 years, + 7 years.) There was also an aunt, uncle and cousin thrown in April just for good measure.
With all that going on, there wasn't a lot of personal attention on your special day. How I managed to marry a guy whose birthday is the day after mine is a mystery. Plus his dad's birthday, and his brother's (40 this year!) all in the latter part of the month.
So mid-April through the end is a never ending whirlwind of dinners, lunches, cakes, cupcakes, ice cream and even donuts. To top all this off, the big bang this year is a bachlorette party Saturday night.
And what follows April? Swim suit season. Arrrgh!
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