On May 10, 2016 I turned 25 years old. I figured this will probably be the only birthday I spend on Kangaroo Island though you never know! My special day was full of modest celebration and kindness. I felt so blessed to be able to share my special day with three volunteer friends and the entire world of Facebook.
The night before I had tried to go to bed at eleven but Maggie and Pierre coaxed me into staying up until midnight for a small celebration. I'm glad I did because at midnight Maggie placed in front of me a wheat-bix with a candle in it while her and Pierre sang “Happy Birthday.” I felt special. We each had a small glass of white wine as a sentiment and then we talked about birthday wishes for a while before heading off to bed.
In the morning I woke up and went into the kitchen around nine. The others were all standing around chatting suspiciously. Maggie suddenly appeared with a big pink polka-dot gift bag. Warmness filled my entire body when she handed it to me. I was so humbled. I had already told myself that this would probably be a year without any presents. After all, I was on an island far away from the usual people who gave me gifts. Somehow Maggie and the boys had secretly gotten a few gifts together and even signed a card for me. I was so touched. The bought me a coloring book and pencils—my favorite! And also a small pink purse and some wonderful honey lotion that Maggie and I had sampled at the goat farm. I was ecstatic. The card was about dessert. They all wrote sweet things in beforehand so that while I was reading it they could joke about my love for food and sweets.
After my specialness limit had been reached everyone else went to work. I was fortunate enough to have the day off on my birthday so I painted, read my bible, thanked God, then colored in my new coloring book. Around noon I took a break from my coloring and baked my favorite birthday dish, a red velvet cake with cream cheese icing.
The cake went perfectly with my birthday request dinner. Real beef tacos and Corona. All four of us ate around the table and laughed and joked the entire time. It was everything a birthday dinner should be. Fun and tasty.
Afterwards we played rap music while Maggie and I danced around the kitchen. At one point Matthew let out a belch and Maggie yelled something and put her hand on her forehead. When the rest of us laughed she bopped us on the head. We didn't get it but we knew it was funny. Later she explained.
“In Germany we play this game. When someone burps you have to say “shultz” and then put your thumb on your forehead. The last one to do it gets thumped in the head.”
As you can probably guess, we spent the rest of the night burping and hitting each other in the head. We also played a more conventional game of cards too. The night ended with laughter and jokes, just as it should had.