I was one of those kids who had a birthday party every year, no matter what. Whether it was in our backyard, the park shelter, at the local pizza place, or an extravagant ballroom (hinting towards my Quinceañera here, I didn’t always have parties in ballrooms! 😉), I had one. I had one up until I was 18th birthday party, which was also my graduation party.
My birthdays were always memorable, special, and mine. So this year, when I turned 21, I’ll admit that I was upset because I had to share my birthday with Mother’s Day. Mainly because 21 was one of those milestone birthdays. Also, because growing up I imagined celebrating my 21st in Las Vegas… ha!
However, when the day came, celebrating the mothers in my life on my 21st birthday made it even more special.
I was surrounded by the people I loved the most, my family. We were going to go out for dinner to celebrate, but I didn’t want to deal with the crowds, so I suggested a cookout at home instead. We pulled out the tables & chairs and our living room was now party central.
Between my cousin nearly chocking because he suddenly forgot how to chew and our chihuahua trying to bite off a family friend’s foot, we enjoyed each other’s company. We laughed. We cried (from laughing so hard!). And, we reminisced on the past.
It was amazing. It was special. It was mine!
After managing to finish dinner, we cut the cake and then headed out to the cemetery to visit my grandmother.
After, we headed to the mountains where my aunt’s ashes were spread. All she ever wanted was her 1st mother’s day and that was taken from her when she died in a car accident when my cousin was 6 months old, so this moment was hard for us. It has been for 17 years.
When we got home, my best friend came over and we enjoyed some Smirnoffs while she attempted to teach me Cups from Pitch Perfect.
I had tons of fun and it was great to be around my loved ones, worry-free, on a special day.
My 21st birthday is one of those birthdays that I’ll never forget!