I have always despised having a December birthday, especially a day so close to Christmas. During school years the date is constantly overlooked due to winter vacation, as you get older only a fraction of your guestlist attends the birthday party, while others have jetted to an exotic location, or are catering towards visiting relatives. My birthday slots perfectly between my father’s and Christmas, so when my day finally rolls around, most family are extremely hungover and resting for Christmas morning.
An ideal birthday would take place in August, on a comfortably hot day. I dream of breezy summer weather, sipping champagne in grass fields, homemade vanilla cake with too sweet strawberry frosting, picking wildflowers, a fruit and cheese picnic, and lightly tanned skin after a long, laughter filled day.
Maybe next lifetime…
