Birthdays were never a big deal at our house. Dad remembered his kids were born on St. Patrick’s Day and Election Day and that’s all he needed to keep in his head. There was never a hoopla — no balloons or big parties with family and friends. We normally had a cake with candles. And, I always got a gift on Scott’s birthday, and of course, he also got one for mine. We didn’t know whose birthday it really was without counting the candles on top of the cake.
For example, I THINK it was my birthday in the photo on the left, but I’m not really sure. If it truly WAS my birthday, my brother should’ve kept his air off my flipping candles.
Perry celebrated his birthday this week and to me, it was just another day. No big deal. Many commented on his FaceBook page and I at least remembered and posted here — and he thought that was pretty cool. But even though he didn’t admit it, I think he was a bit disappointed because in his family, (which is HUGE I might add), birthdays ARE important. My best buddy, Alisa, saved the day. Seriously. Alisa rocks. (And Patrick is pretty awesome too!)
