#reverb13 is a prompt-a-day series for the month of December that is meant to give us all the chance to reflect on 2013 and the opportunity to write down our hopes and dreams for the coming year. Through December 31st Meredith, Sarah and I will be posting each day with a new prompt. Join us by writing, or join us by reading. No matter what you choose, come with us.
Blowing Out the Candles: You’re another year older! How did you celebrate the passage of another year? Did it turn out the way that you had hoped?
For my 25th birthday, I was a textbook example of, It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To. I didn’t want to plan a party and I was secretly hoping that Marcus would plan one. I was trying very hard to be my own party pooper.
He didn’t (plan one). That was not his fault, it was wholly my own. My husband is not a psychic.
Really the only memorable moment of August 28, 2012 was the gorgeous morning run that Brady and I took around Lake Harriet. I was just returning to running after a summer full of rehab-ing my awful tendinitis. It was glorious.
Fast-forward to 2013.
My 26th birthday is two weeks away. It happens to fall on a Wednesday, which is basically the least convenient day of the week. I have planned nothing at all.
I action a theme based on some of my favorite things in life: cake and champagne. I invite everyone that Marcus and I know. I settle on a yellow decorating scheme because we happen to have the largest number of misfit paper plates in that color.
I source a mountain of flowers from Trader Joe’s.
On the morning of August 28 I roll out of bed at an ungodly hour to drive down to Lake Harriet so that I can meet Brady for another birthday run. I adore that this can be A Thing.
One half-sheet cake from Costco, a case of champagne and 30 friends later, a party is underway.
What is bittersweet: Marcus has been taken away unexpectedly on a business trip that will not allow him to return until the following afternoon.
Until he surprises me by walking through the door.
Happy Birthday. Hello 26th year.