This year, I harbored no excitement about my birthday. I felt blessed that God brought me through another year but 27 is such a blah age. My birthday was okay, not amazing and not horrible. This is the first time in about 5 years that I have had to work on my birthday and it isn’t something I’d like to soon repeat. Since I started at a new company, nobody really knows me so I spent the whole day with my head down, focused on the job. My parents gave me a lovely card but all I did for the whole day was go home, do my hair and go to bed early.
My family celebrates birthdays by going out for dinner and enjoying each other’s company. Last month, my grandmother asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner or have her cooking. Considering the fact that Gramma is coming out of pocket heftily for next year’s nuptials, I thought it would make sense to have dinner at her house. I guess fiscal responsibility is coming with my age, too. To sweeten the deal, Jordan said he’d planned a lovely date night after the family dinner.
We were running late to my Gramma’s house but we all looked nice. Everyone’s hair was laid and outfits pressed. I thought that was weird for a family night but I was glad my family was going to look cute in the Instagram pics that would shortly follow. When we got to Gramma’s, Mommy and Jordan were fussing back and forth about whether we should go through the front or back. Another oddity but we eventually went through the back. I was chatting with Gramma and eyeing all of the food she made hungrily when my mom called me to the front. As soon as I crossed the threshold from the dining room to the living room, a crowd of my friends screamed, “Surprise!” If you want to see my reaction, check out the video.