Rewind four months ago, to early January. I was sending save the dates to friends and family because this year, my birthday fell on Easter Sunday and I was turning 30. At first I’d planned not to have a party, but instead a few close friends and family over for tea and cake, but the more I thought about it, the more ideas filtered into my head and I started to get excited.
I’d booked a hotel room, secured a band, found a baker to make my cake and ordered invitations to send out. Then within weeks a pandemic had hit the world and events were being cancelled left, right and centre. I held on, very tightly, to the fact I could still hold my party but within a few days, things had escalated and it was when my friend Cortney told me she was cancelling her flights to the U.K., that it really hit hard. Gutted, to say the least, I had a strop, cried hard and shouted. This virus was ruining events for everyone but that aside, it was also killing people in its path and was not a force to be reckoned with.
As weeks turned into months, we all came accustomed to our new way of life. Everyday felt like the movie Groundhog Day, and no, I don’t suggest you watch it! And, with the Easter weekend fast approaching, I was going to make it my mission to not let it be like any other weekend. Running up to my birthday, flowers, gifts and lots of post started arriving and I was actually feeling quite excited about celebrating.
On Sunday morning I woke up and the sun was shining. With the rest of the household, including the dog, still fast asleep, I snuck out for a short run. It was so beautiful and warm out, wearing shorts (finally) and feeling the sun on my skin was so lovely. I returned home, showered and put on my favourite dress. I was determined to make this day different to any other day, and just wearing a dress made me feel so much better. I came down to find the kitchen table decorated with balloons, presents, cards, coffee and breakfast cooking. We took it slow, I opened my cards and the presents followed.
Throughout the day, the love I received was overwhelming. Alongside the cards, flowers (SO many flowers!!) and presents family and friends had sent, the messages, comments on my social media, texts and Facetime made it so special. So thank you so much to everyone for all your love!
The rest of the day was spent in the warm, sunny garden. We had tea and cake, that my friend had very kindly made me, and boy was it good! I have to admit it did NOT last more than a few days. We Facetimed my uncle, then my aunt before my dad and I took some cake to my Grandma’s house. She lives only a short 5 minute drive away, and she needed some other essential items, which we dropped off too. Don’t worry, we stood the 2 metres apart, after dropping everything on her doorstep, knocking on her door, and standing back. She lives alone and I think is starting to find everything really quite hard. Seeing others in person is a lot different to seeing them on the screen or hearing them on the phone, and I think she really enjoyed a chat and seeing us on our short visit.
Home and sat with a gin and tonic, I took this moment to think and reflect on my day. No it was no where close to what I had planned it to be, but it was wonderful. I was with two of my very favourite people, I had cake, Mungo, and was showered with love. I felt special and if you ask me, that’s exactly what you should feel on your birthday!
A massive thank you to everyone, again, for all the presents, love, messages and birthday wishes. I am truly lucky to have every single one of you in my life. I can’t wait for this lockdown to end, so I can see friends and celebrate through plans that have been made, and for next April to come, when I will be celebrating my 30+1 birthday with a bang!
Much love to you all!