I married into a family that celebrates half-birthdays. Or “Birts,” as they’re so often called. There’s half-birthday donuts in the morning, half-birthday cake in the evening, and the “Happy Birt” song which is sung whenever you feel the half-birthday spirit move. I, being new to these half-birthday celebrations, never imagined how awesome half-birthdays could be. Why not celebrate half-birthdays, am I right? Who am I to question another great excuse to eat cake and celebrate the ones you love? I’m sure we all could use a little celebration half-way through another year of life. Or even a third of the way through…or a fourth of the way through…or maybe we should just eat cake and celebrate every day, hmm?
I’ll leave that decision up to you.
Of course, the irony of this whole half-birthday situation is the fact that I, who married into a family of half-birthday rowdies, don’t actually have a half-birthday. August 31st lacks its February 31st counterpart, so I’m a half-birthday nomad. Wandering through each month without a half-birthday home. THE AGONY. Darrin once told me that we could celebrate my half-birthday on Leap Year every 4 years. Then he laughed. And thus, the agony continues.
Today, however, is Darrin’s half-birthday, and we’ll be celebrating with cake tonight. Cookies and Cream cake, to be exact. I forgot to buy candles yesterday, so I told Darrin that I’ll just create a flame with our lighter and he’ll have to pretend (E for Effort and an A for “Almost Nailed It”).
Speaking of arbitrary letter grades, I give this midi-skirt from Ruche a J for “Just What I Needed On This Beautiful But Incredibly Windy Day.” You can shop it below!