The first story is very short, but it wins this contest by a landslide.
My absolute favorite birthday was my 29th. Why? Because I had confirmed that I was pregnant with Ciara the day before. You can't get much happier than that.
Ok, now on to a better story.
My 15th Birthday was supposed to be the worst birthday in history.
In the weeks leading up to my birthday I became totally convinced that I was living in some horrible real life version of Sixteen Candles.
My older brother was scheduled to graduate from High School on MY birthday. This wouldn't be so horrible, except that his birthday is exactly 1 week before mine. As the big day approached, all I heard over and over was people asking Ray what he wanted for his birthday/graduation. I felt exactly like chopped liver.
We all know how dramatic everything seems when you're a 15 year old girl, right? Yeah...that girl writing furiously in her diary as tears stream down her cheeks...that was me. Pretty pathetic, especially considering that in the end it turned out to be one of the best Birthdays that I've ever had.
I had finals that day, which meant that I only had to be in school for a few hours. Knowing this, my Mom planned ahead to take me out for a nice celebratory lunch at our favorite restaurant since the usual evening festivities would not be possible. I was sullen and sulky about it, but pleased that I was at least getting some attention.
So I went out to lunch with my Mom, and my Dad met us there too if I remember correctly. I don't remember too much about the lunch itself, but I do remember my favorite gift. My parents gave me my very own copy of the New Kids "Step By Step" VHS. I was over the moon and couldn't wait to get home to watch it!
When I got home I was pleasantly surprised to find my 2 best friends waiting for me. They knew how upset I had been about my day being "stolen" by my brother, so they made me the most hideous cake ever to help me feel better. It had puke green frosting and it was horribly misshapen. It was the best cake ever.
Later that afternoon my entire family came together to celebrate my brother's big accomplishment. I was extremely surprised to find myself getting all choked up about it all. I was so proud of him and I started thinking about the fact that he was going to be leaving soon, and just like that, I felt like the biggest dope ever. It had been so silly of me to get so caught up in my own selfish need for attention. I'm happy that I came to my senses in the end and was able to truly appreciate just how lucky I really am. I have an amazing family, and great friends who love me. Those are the things that really matter in life.