Growing up my mom always made a big deal about celebrating our half birthday. What's a half birthday you might ask? It's the day that is exactly 6 months from your actual birthday. I'm not sure why she made this such an important part of our year. Perhaps it is because both my sister and I were born on the same day. Yep, on my 5th birthday, my biggest and best present was a little sister. So, maybe my mom wanted to give us each an extra day to celebrate our birth since we had to share.
It was never anything extravagant. She usually got us a card, or some candy. Just something small to tell us she loved us and that now we could say we were our age + 1/2. (remember being a kid and actually wanting to get older! Ha! I can't really pinpoint when that mindset changed...) It always was a fun day that Sara and I looked forward to. All our friends thought we were crazy most of the time, announcing to people that it was our half birthday. But we loved it. It was a great family tradition that brings back some fun memories.
This morning when I got into work, I had an email from my mom that she sent to both me and Sara wishing us both a happy 1/2 birthday. How she remembers these things, I'll never know. I guess that's one small part of what makes her such a great mom. She always remembers those milestones in our lives, no matter how small or how old we are. So, today I can say I am officially 32 and 1/2. Lucky me! :)
And I can't end this post without wishing my little sister a happy half birthday as well. So, happy half birthday Sara! I hope you have a great day.
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