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Why I ate the cake

My birthday’s come & gone. What lingers are the kind wishes, the sweet notes, the hilarious cards and the thoughtful presents.

Hubbs hosted a party for family & friends; some showed, a few didn’t.   But the ones who did came to have fun and boy was it ever fun!  We visited, we laughed, we teared up and we sang along. We ate, we drank, and we danced till our feet were sore and our faces hurt from laughing.

We enjoyed a meal together and later, there was cake. A huge cake. The kind of cake I like, the kind with the whipped frosting that’s more creamy than it is sweet.   The kind of cake the old guys giggled over and ladies were heard saying “oh I really shouldn’t” as they did.  The one that serves 90 but was decimated by 50.

the very big cake

the very big cake

I ate the cake because even though I don’t do that every day I’ve also grown to realize there are times in life when we should just stop all the fussin’ and enjoy what’s right in front of us.

Would you agree?

A slice of cake never made anyone fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what is served on the happiest days of your life.” ― Jeanne Ray, Eat Cake

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Happy Birthday, Amer-wica!!

that's me & our boys at my citizenship party; the one who did the cheering is in white.

That’s what our 4 year old shouted during a pause in the Fireworks that year.  The crowd responded with a collective, “aww” after hearing his squeaky little voice express his heartfelt sincerity.

There we were, the four of us, taking in the Ft. Bend County 4th of July festivities in Sugarland, Texas.  Cotton candy, snow cones, BBQ pork, turkey legs, pickles and crowds.  June bugs, carnival rides, and country music blaring in the background.  Hot summer sun, slices of watermelon and try-your-luck-here games of chance and skill.  Spreading a blanket out over the dusty ground, passing the bug spray, and leaning back to watch the dazzling fireworks fill the sky. Pure summer bliss.

I’ve always loved our holidays, but Independence Day might be my favorite.  Why?  Because I’m a new citizen; in May, 2008, I stood with 78 other individuals from 34 different countries to take my Oath of Citizenship.  It was one of the proudest moments of my life.  (more about my journey here.)

image from photos.igougo.com

The thing is … I could be a citizen for 40 years and I’ll still choose to say that  I’m a “new” citizen.  Why? Because I don’t know how else to communicate the significance of it all to me.

I’m a new citizen and today is Independence Day.

A day of parades and tributes, picnics and boat rides. A day for family, for visiting, for cheering and for reflection.  A day off work for many, and a day at work for some (thank you to our military, police, fire, rescue and other “essential” workers who keep us all safe).   It’s a day to slather on the sunscreen and take in a ball game,  dish up some potato salad and enjoy a cold drink and later, spread out the blankets and camp chairs to take in the fireworks.  It’s a day to remember that there are still many around the world who do not have the basic freedoms Americans enjoy every day.

It’s a day for gratitude.

I’m a new citizen; God Bless America … my home, sweet home.

 

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You say it’s your birthday …

This is how old I feel today (that's me in about grade 4); an emjayandthem photo

and it is! It’s my birthday today! Whee!

And, at 48, I still love birthdays.  Mine & everyone else’s!

I know, I know. It seems childish but .. isn’t that the best part?

Last night, our youngest boy asked, “So Mom, when you’re older, do you still get excited about birthdays?” And I thought for a second, laughed and replied, “Of course!”   He countered with “Yeah that phone’s gonna ring all night long!”

And is that a bad thing?

I think not.

We went on to speculate how sad it would be to be all alone, to have no one who remembered, or cared enough to say so. The look on his face told me he couldn’t agree more.

Growing up, birthdays were a time to gather the family, have a wienie roast, a handful of chips, maybe a pop, and a big slab of home-made cake with iced cream on top.  Having a summer birthday meant a party near the end of school (we didn’t finish up until around now at my Canadian school).  It meant longer days and nice weather and Grandma and Grandpa visiting, he in a buttoned down shirt and she in a pretty pantsuit and jewelry. It meant Aunts and Uncles, cousins and friends and a $5 spot in a card. It meant three legged races, running through the sprinkler and opening presents wrapped in tissue paper.

You say it’s your birthday … and it is. 🙂

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