February 17, 2012
Growing up, one of the first things I did when I went to my Grandma's house - and the last thing I did as I was leaving - was check the birthday box. She had a blue box hanging on the outside of her kitchen cupboard with all of our birthdays written on 3x5"c ards. Getting to it before she remembered to change it to the next birthday was super cool. I loved seeing who's birthday was next and got so excited knowing mine was coming soon... even when I was "grown up" in college!
One year around Christmas time, I told Jeff I wanted my own birthday box. I wanted something to remind me of my Grandma, and let's face it, I'm not the best at remembering special occasions... eh, hem, mainly my husband's birthday and our anniversary. So Jeff enlisted my Dad's help and they made a bunch of birthday boxes.
After years of seeing my crappy handwriting on boring, white cards, I finally got around to re-writing everyone's birthdays on color-coded cards. One color for each month. Unfortunately for my manly husband, July's color ended up being pink.
Now if I could just get around to painting the birthday box.
Such a cool idea! I would buy one of those if he was selling them! I am terrible with remembering the important days unless I happen to see them posted on Facebook.
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