We will never grow up...

I reached home dead tired and hungry, already making a list of what all to do once I reach home, in how much time. Reached home, drank something and ate any and everything that came my way, eatable obviously and went out again to the market.

Our friendly neighborhood mall-Spencer, is a life saver. Quickly scanned through few t-shirts and selected the one which he once said that he liked. Went to the kids section and asked for the balloons. The salesman started showing me all kinds of balloons- mickey mouse shaped, heart shaped, random shaped, magic balloons (which will change its color once inflated). The magic balloons actually caught my attention for few seconds, like a temptation. But decided to get the normal random shaped ones and the small birthday candles.

Next, the cake. I booked it at a place but when I came back, it was already sold. Not fair at all. Felt like kicking them hard. Ultimately had to get only the pastries. Arranged for a bunch of roses, a coffee mug and a card. Rushed home and did something which, I guess, I had not done in the past so many years- I blew up the balloons. Put everything neatly in my cupboard and pretended as if nothing has happened.

 

I was not preparing for any kid's birthday party. It was for my husband, Nimit- his first birthday with me. Won't disclose his age but he is way ahead of even the teen-age. Even I am nowhere close to the teen-age but somehow your birthday or someone's specials' birthday turns you back to a small kid. You feel like cutting the cake after blowing the candles, listening to the birthday song (how-so-ever badly sung by anyone, like I did), expecting surprise gifts, calls from your friends and relatives (all these at 12 o'clock specially), wearing something nice (new or old but which makes you look stunning), completely energetic, even when people around you may not be even aware of your birthday, trying to return thanks for the wishes in different ways, checking your social networking profile filled with wishes and comments, eating something nice....

Even when you keep on saying that “I am too old to celebrate my birthday”, but you do expect and feel all these things. I remember last year I was definitely happy as far as my birthday celebration go. But was deeply hurt by just 2 scraps on my orkut profile, only to discover later that I had turned off my “birth date to be displayed to others” option, hence my friends didn't know that it was my birthday.

 

So, even though Nimit may/may not have been expecting anything special at 12 o'clock, there I was, all set and ready with my little little surprises and the smile on his face was priceless. Eager to cut the cake (pastry), when I had to remind him to blow the candles before cutting the cake and one by one revealing the gifts.

I wish him a long and healthy and prosperous life ahead and that he celebrates each of his birthdays with me and I will make each one of them equally special for him. Love you Hubby and Happy Birthday again....