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Friday Family History: Birthday Celebrations

OK, so it's 40 plus 6, but who's counting?

 

My birthday comes next week, and I thought it would be nice to document some of the memories I've had of birthdays past, both mine and others. 

Growing up, one of my most memorable birthday parties was the year my guests brought, in lieu of presents, coins to donate to a family whose baby had numerous medical problems.   I'm sure my mom must have suggested the idea to me, but she didn't force it on me.  She helped me learn the joy of giving.

My husband and I will forever remember our oldest child's third birthday.  For the week preceding the birthday, we had read the children's book, Now I Am Three, to our son.  The book lists all the fun things a three-year-old child is able to do.  The big day came, and our son smiled constantly, happy to blow out candles and open presents.  That night, after a story and prayers, as I was putting him to bed, he asked me, "When do I get black hair and turn brown?"  I suddenly realized that Now I Am Three gave our son unintended expectations about his third birthday.  He seemed rather disappointed when I explained to him that his skin and hair color would remain the same.  He had been waiting patiently all day to change his race!

Can you see the anticipation on his face?  Big things happen once you're three!

A few years ago, my mom gave my grandma a wonderful 90th birthday party.  Mom and her brother both wrote down memories they had of Grandma, and shared them at the party.  Grandma appreciated hearing the thoughts, and the rest of us did, too. 

What are some of your birthday memories?  Do you have family birthday traditions? 

Thanks for all those who make birthdays memorable. 



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  1. DebbieOctober 12, 2012 at 7:09 AM

    Although your birthday is next week....Happy Birthday Kristi! When I was little my cake was always white with white icing and strawberries on top! Don't know why but it was. LOL

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  2. NancyOctober 12, 2012 at 8:42 AM

    Happy Early Birthday!

    I usually had an angel food cake for my birthday.

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  3. ChristineOctober 17, 2012 at 8:41 PM

    Such a cute story about your son! He's pretty cute, too:)
    In our house, the birthday child decides what I make for breakfast and where we will go for dinner,(We don't eat out much, so this is a huge deal.)and he doesn't have to do his chores that day.

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