Remember when celebrating your birthday really felt like it was all about you? Everyone comes over just to watch you take a deep breath and blow candles out. Of course, I'm sure many were more excited about the sugar coma and bashing a giant donkey with a bat until he oozed Bubbalicious, but some of them genuinely just wanted to be there and celebrate life with you.
Honestly, birthdays aren't so fun anymore, unless you take them seriously. And I don't mean act like a real tightwad, I mean make them memorable! I think it's important to realize making memories takes a measurable amount of planning, and Dalton and I both want to create memories for our family that are meaningful. So, we decided Saturday would be the day of celebration since Monday would undoubtedly be a sorry attempt.
Ever since the Da Vinci exhibit opened at The Leonardo museum we've wanted to go. I mean, who wouldn't? Da Vinci invented almost everything worth having before we even had the proper technology to do it. Dalton is a geek at heart, so freaking out about life-size wooden models of Da Vinci's sketches felt the most natural way to celebrate Dalton's birth. In case those of you reading haven't been to The Leonardo, it used to be Salt Lake City's old library, and in addition to the traveling exhibits they have art projects, stuff to make stop-motion films, and Utah inventions, such as the television and Frisbee.
I'm sure you can all guess what comes next. What do we always do when we have something to be happy about? We eat raw fish. We usually go to Sushi House, but since we were in the neighborhood we hit up Simply Sushi for all-you-can eat where Dalton ate almost five rolls. Yes, five. I will never forget the first time he ate sushi in Reno and hated it. Now, we eat out less so that we can afford to eat sushi more often. We weren't quit ready to go home yet, so we stopped at the $3 theater a few blocks from our house to watch Red Dawn. It was SO bad by the way, but I didn't care because I got to sit really close to my favorite guy in the whole world.
On Dalton's actual birthday I woke up at 6:30. My mind dragged my body into the kitchen where I assembled a tiny batch of pancakes that I buttered, sprinkled powdered sugar on and covered in a perfect layer of maple syrup. I had a few kiwis lying around so a sliced them and lined the plate edges with them. I was impressed by my abilities at that hour. I woke him up singing happy birthday, even though he couldn't really see me since his glasses weren't on. Part of him probably wanted to strangle me, but he liked his pancakes, so everything was gravy.
Afterward, Dalton got ready for work and headed out. I went to the store to get some things for the week, as well as Dalton's favorite Funfetti cake mix with matching frosting. Just to cap off the sprinkle theme I bought some Circus Animals to decorate. You had better believe I put two of the llama crackers on the top of the cake kissing. I feel partially ashamed I didn't make him a cake from scratch, but honestly, I just couldn't worry about it. I left the cake out by all of his other favorite things--orange Gatorade, Chex Mix, Reese's Pieces, Milk Duds, etc. I think he came home and was happy.
I know that down the road life will continually get more and more hectic, but I am promising myself that no celebration will ever be lost. I know my life is too magnificent and beautiful to be treated as if it is ordinary, because in my eyes it isn't. It's exactly as it should be and I want to celebrate every minute of it that I can!
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