Face down, booty up that's the way we like to --- fondly remember celebrating my past birthdays. I'm sorry for that lousy attempt at inserting a song lyric, I'm just really excited to be linking up with my two pals Helene and Taylor.
No but really, every single year, for the first 17 years of my life my parents would come in my room at 6:35am, the exact moment I was born. My dad balancing the 80s old school video camera on his shoulder, whispering the plans to wake me from my birthday slumber into the camera's microphone as he tip toed up the stairs with my mom. As they turned the corner into my room, video rolling, they would flip the lights on and there laid Sarah, face down, butt sticking up in the air for the world to see, with a giant mop of curly hair spread across the pillows. My parents would start singing happy birthday, and I would always sit up, rub my eyes and and stare at the camera so shocked that it was my birthday.
Every year on December 17th at 6:35am for 18 years.
My 19th birthday I spent with my friend Magen at her beach house in North Carolina. My parents still called my cell that year at 6:35am to wake me up by singing happy birthday. If someone told me that my Dad was actually filming the phone call, I wouldn't be at all surprised. As much as I of course loved the attention, what only child doesn't, I always thought it was just a silly little thing our family did. My Dad passed away when I was 19, which made me reevaluate the silliness I once felt. So now those 18 birthdays are some of my most treasured memories, and it's all on video tape.
Every year on December 17th at 6:35am for 18 years.
My 19th birthday I spent with my friend Magen at her beach house in North Carolina. My parents still called my cell that year at 6:35am to wake me up by singing happy birthday. If someone told me that my Dad was actually filming the phone call, I wouldn't be at all surprised. As much as I of course loved the attention, what only child doesn't, I always thought it was just a silly little thing our family did. My Dad passed away when I was 19, which made me reevaluate the silliness I once felt. So now those 18 birthdays are some of my most treasured memories, and it's all on video tape.
I tried to continue this post with more memories about being a Christmas baby, but I think I'll actually just leave it at that memory. It is a pretty good one.
