Category: milestone birthdays


Celebrating A Dear Friend’s Milestone Birthday

December 30th, 2012 — 8:53pm

This final week of 2012 has been an action packed one for me. After heading to Delaware for Christmas with my brother and sister-in-law, I came home, worked one day, then took off again – this time for Ohio. The occasion — my dear friend Marilyn’s surprise 80th birthday party.

Surprise! Marilyn and me at her party

Her children Karen, Laurie and Steve brought together about 20 of Marilyn’s closest friends, along with four of her grandchildren, for the party. We gathered at Springfield Grille, one of Marilyn’s favorites and a longtime annual tradition for us whenever I visit.

With her actual birthday still a few weeks away, Marilyn truly had no idea what had been planned and seeing the look of surprise on her face was such a joy. As always, she looked lovely, fit and far younger than her years.

While enjoying a three course meal that included the restaurant’s delicious signature crab cakes and yummy vanilla sponge birthday cake, I had the pleasure of sitting with Marilyn and her family.

Group photo: With Marilyn and her beautiful family

Along with talking about preparations for the party, they shared some great stories from years gone by. I enjoyed getting to know the family she is the heart and soul of with good reason.

Just before dessert, Karen made a briefly, lovely toast to the guest of honor — saying how special Marilyn is and that she is the best mom.

“And the best friend!” chimed in a neighbor of Marilyn’s.

I couldn’t agree more.

For more than twenty years now, I’ve had the good fortune to call Marilyn a friend. She is such an amazing woman — intelligent, kind and fun with a zest for life that has kept her truly young at heart.

Our mutual friend A put it best–

“You do 80 proud.”

A-men. Happy, Happy Birthday, Marilyn. You are loved.

| milestone birthdays, Springfield Grille, travel

Opening The Vault: Part Sixty One

January 17th, 2010 — 4:53pm

Milestone birthdays inevitably find you taking stock of your life — and who’s in it. I found myself doing a lot of reflecting when I crossed the threshhold of 25.

At the time, I was seven months into a relationship with dashing, noble Brit David and five months into coping with my mother’s passing. I now Open The Vault and take you back to January of ‘99…

January 21st, 1999
New York, NY

Dear Diary,

Well, I am officially 25 years old today. More than any other birthday so far, this is the one that’s giving me pause.

Up until now, age has been almost irrelevant in my life. Between dating older men and the 25 years that separated Mom and Dad, I always felt age was more a state of mind than a number. Now, though, I’m suddenly very mindful of it.

The biggest reason for that is losing Mom. But it’s also because this is the first birthday that finds me thinking about my career and having a family someday — and David has a lot to do with that.

Me at 25: Sitting in front of a few of the 300 roses David gave me

He overwhelmed me last night when I came home to 25 dozen roses. Yes, that’s right — 25 DOZEN!! That’s 300 to be exact (well, 298 — 2 didn’t make it, LOL). They’re the same rich array of colors as the 5 dozen D gave me last month. My room looks and smells like a botanical garden.

He’s pretty amazing.

* * *
January 23rd, 1999

I’m up early because of drilling outside. It’s only exacerbating the pounding in my head of frustrating thoughts about David.

I love him — of that I have no uncertainty. He has 85% of what I’ve been looking for in a man. The question is, will the 15% that’s missing eventually drive us apart?

Though we’re compatible in many ways, I can’t deny that I wish we had more ‘deep and meaningful conversations,’ as D puts it. I fear that his seeming inability to give me the kind of dialogue that I need will eventually pull us apart.

Then, there’s the matter of my lingering distractions about Sparky. I was convinced back in November that he posed no threat to David and me. But it scares me that two months later, he still takes up space in my brain.

Distractions disappear when I feel like David and I are really communicating. I just want that to be more of a regular occurrence.

* * *

The ghost of my ex would be the least of my problems with David as our different personalities became an increasingly difficult obstacle to overcome.

| grand gestures from boyfriends, milestone birthdays, Opening The Vault, relationship drama, turning 25

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