For example: A little over two weeks ago today marked the sixth month anniversary of the day I was born. Note, I am not calling said day my birthday because birthdays are traditionally observed annually, and not monthly or bi-annually. Of course, mommy didn't get the memo on this. She organized not one, but two, half birthday celebrations for me. And these weren't just regular, old gatherings. There was a theme: construction. There were decorations. There were toy CAT construction vehicles integrated into the food spread. There was champagne for the parents. There were construction hats for the babies to wear. And there was half a cake. And the (metaphorical) icing on the cake? All this happened two days in a row. (The literal icing on the cake was cream cheese).
I must say, it was a little embarrassing. So much pomp and circumstance over such a trivial milestone in my life. And as I type this with mommy monitoring my content (as always), she is advising me to "suck it up and just get used to it." Her words, not mine (my vocabulary is much more refined).
But, if I am to be completely honest with myself, I must confess I loved every bit of it. I got to see all my friends, whom I haven't seen in quite a while: Brady, Aidan, Jack, Mason, Eve and Alina on Saturday, and Violet, Clara, Teddy, Riley and Henry on Sunday. The parties were a blast. Everyone sang happy birthday to me. And - the best part - M & D let me eat cake (red velvet with cream cheese frosting), two days in a row. It doesn't get any better than that.
Six months and counting,
WFT
P.S. - I don't really care much for Shakespeare. Iambic pentameter doesn't impress me. But I am not afraid to name-drop to draw attention to the fact that I am familiar with his work.
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