The first kid’s first birthday is usually a massive affair accompanied by all the usual pomp and circumstance. The kid probably doesn’t have the faintest idea what the hullabaloo is all about, but for the parents, it’s almost like a rite of passage to signify the fact that we’ve made it past the first year.
With Tru’s birthday just around the corner, I’m scrambling to get the party all sorted out. It’s tougher than I thought – the venue, card, decor, guest list, food. The last time I had to go through something like this was for my wedding, and I had a very competent wedding planner who made sure all I did was give orders and rest.
I wanted to go the whole nine yards, with a marching band and fireworks, but I realized that Tru will probably not remember a single detail of his first birthday. So I might as well save it for a couple of years down the road where he’ll be begging us for a marching band.
For now, it’ll just be a smallish (a matter of perspective) affair.
