My mom made me my favorite meal and made me a cake. April was so excited about the cake. She was thrilled to bits when we let her put the candles on then blow them out. Her excitement was contagious. It was the first time in a while that I felt truly joyous looking at a cake full of candles. I'm just glad we don't do a candle for each year anymore.
It felt so natural to be around my family. No balloons or loud music. We just reflected on that special day so many years ago. The day that my mother and father became parents for the first time, the day I first laid eyes on them, the day their hearts grew. We reflected on the past year and chattered away about all the things to come in my next year. Now that I am a mother myself, I have a new appreciation for birthdays. April's never passes without me remembering her birth day and now mine doesn't pass without me saying thanks for my mother on my birth day.