There’s a party goin’ on right here. A celebration to last throughout the years. So bring your good times, and your laughter too. We gonna celebrate your party with you…
I’m sitting here contemplating celebrations for a variety of reasons this afternoon:
a) It’s haven magazine’s annual ‘Celebrate’ edition next month and we are busily writing stories about all types of fun and festive things!
b) It’s my daughter’s 10th birthday in three-odd weeks and we are starting to plan her party, and
c) It’s my husband’s birthday today and I only remembered at 11.42am.
At about 11.53am, after I’d made a drop-everything phone call to hubby to wish him a Happy Birthday (although it was already half over), it occurred to me that the size of, and effort put into, a birthday celebration directly inversely correlates to the year of the birthday. Let’s break that down a bit…
Remember when your first-born child turned one and you invited 110 people to the local park for a birthday festival with all the bells and whistles? You made the biggest cake in the Southern Hemisphere (read: you ‘outsourced’ that job to your parents). You made your husband get up with the sparrows on party day and go down to that park to bags the best tables and shelter before any other local parents could score them. You styled meaningful coordinating outfits for your whole family to ensure the birthday party photos would be aesthetically appealing for years to come.
Then as that child grew and the birthday parties rolled on, you invited less and less children, mainly because party celebrations become more about quality over quantity. A handful of friends at the movies, six kids for a sleepover, their besties at a theme park. My almost-10-year-old daughter is living through this window of life right now. For her big double-digits birthday, we’re thinking about hosting a pool party at home with a small group of her faves. Easy.
Then, by the time you turn 43 (FORTY. Three?!!) you’re lucky if your wife remembers to wish you happy returns before lunchtime on your birthday. It’s the loosest ‘celebration’ of all time. Your wife and the kids get home late after ballet lessons and you spend the night on the lounge together simultaneously watching The Block, Instagramming, playing Knives Out on your iPad and discussing updates on the home reno project. Not much of a celebration, right? But, dear readers (and fellow wives out there), I know I will be able to very easily turn this day around for our birthday boy. Tonight, I’ll give him that most wonderful gift that only a wife can give. A gift to satisfy his manly needs. To satiate that ever-present hunger. You all know what I’m talking about. Yep, it’s Yatala Pie night – and he’s getting a chunky one.
Happy birthday to my most amazing husband and the father of my two best assets. While it wasn’t much of a celebration today, our lives together are one continuous celebration and I couldn’t be more grateful for that. You are a rockstar. An old one. But still a rockstar.
Your birthday present is in the mail #seriously