I love birthdays because I love to celebrate the people I love. It’s a little hypocritical because my birthday sometimes makes me feel uncomfortable. I don’t like fake care and high hopes, but true heartfelt comradery is always a wonderful birthday gift.
Two days ago was Alicia‘s birthday. As one of my newest close friends she got the full brunt of my birthday celebrations. Usually I make a homemade cake and get a gift or take my friends out somewhere (there was a memorable birthday where we kidnapped a friend of mine, blindfolded her, and brought her to an ice skating rink a half an hour away). My life has been all over the place recently so I didn’t have the time or mental energy to deal with baking from scratch, so instead I fell back on Funfetti cake.
It wasn’t my proudest birthday moment, so I decided that I would make up for it with decoration (and by putting jelly inside, which was delicious). Of course, then I realized I didn’t have anything to decorate with! I found some sugar sprinkles from an earlier project and decided to make a painting from the sprinkles. Of course I fell back on the trees, green grass, and blue sky image. But it worked!
It might not have been the most artistic thing ever, but I was still proud. And it’s the thought that counts. Right?