When I was a kid, I kind of hated having a January birthday. January is a pretty word/name, but the month itself is kind of … meh. The fun and happy and excitement of Christmas and all of the other December holidays have left town and you’re left with grey skies and grey moods and a special kind of bleakness. Having your birthday mere weeks after Christmas can be disappointing as a kid, because I would generally get what I wanted for Christmas and then for my birthday, I had no new ideas. I envied my sister and her July birthday, because she got a deposit of Awesome halfway through the year.
I’m not a kid anymore. Obviously.
I don’t hate January like I used to. I have a December baby and I, like most people, think that having a December baby is not the ideal. The thing is, we were just happy to have a baby. And my December baby, right now, loves having his birthday close to Christmas. Don’t spoil it for him, okay?
Back to January.
It’s a hard month for many. I think that God has a good sense of humor and kind of plans stuff. (That was me being eloquent.)
I love to plan and host parties. Love, love, LOVE. I may get a little bit (or a lot) crazy in the midst of pulling all of the pieces together but I thrive on it. I buzz and I zoom and I flap my arms and my entire body vibrates. Having a son with a December birthday so close to Christmas means that we have his “friend party” in January. We’ve spent many Saturdays skiing, so this past weekend saw his party and my birthday collide. If you know us at all, you know that we’d have it no other way. We can sleep when we’re dead. Or something.
Friday night saw us out for dinner with two of our closest friends, and another friend who was in town to speak at a conference at our church – he married us! – and it was so great. There’s just something about friends that you’ve known forever.
Saturday was … busy.
We hosted Graham’s “friend” birthday party on Saturday. We (they) waited for friends to arrive.
There was a bunch of sledding involved, in our backyard/forest.
I got to spend many hours with the prettiest ladies on the planet.
January isn’t so bad.