It's party season. And I'm not talking about Halloween, Saint Martin, Saint Nikolaus, Christmas, New Year's Eve and good old Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar (who come to visit us every year on the 6th of January and request lots of "Maomam" or "Chupa Chups" in exchange for a prosperous new year).
No, I mean my family's Biiirrrthdaaaay.
That's right: Biiiiirrrthdaaaay. November until the end of January is one big birthday. Miss M, my mother , my brother, my husband, Miss A. They all celebrate during this part of the year.
Dear family, I love you all very, very much. But WHY? What's wrong with spring? Or August? It is possible to have one's birthday during that time of year as well. Look at me.
I know, I know, I haven't been exactly careful about spreading things either. Somehow I always ended up walking to the hospital (only 10 minutes away in our case) with a fine layer of snow covering the pavement and another wintery birthday coming up. Oh well, I'm ready for it. Tomorrow I'll start with my sweet M. who turns 5, and the truth is, of course, that I hope to celebrate many, many more birthdays to come, with all of you.
Here's to your Biiiirrrthdaaaay Lèn, Mama, PJ, de Baas and Annemachichichi!!