On Monday, I touched on something briefly that I realized should really be the subject of its own post. I said that my wedding day was the best day of my life, NOT EXCLUDING the days my daughters were born.
“YOOOOOOU MONSTER!” (That’s you all yelling at me with disgust.)
Well, I’m gonna ignore you because I think once you put your wedding day and the day your baby was born in head-to-head competition, you’ll have no choice but to agree.
For instance, do you suppose the best of your life would be spent dancing to Sly & The Family Stone? Or doubled over in excruciating pain? Toasting with a glass of wine? Or being shot with a five inch needle in the middle of your back? Expressing your love and devotion to your husband? Or screaming that you’re going to murder him if he doesn’t stop complaining that he hasn’t had anything to eat? Feeling sexy in some silky lingerie? Or feeling like your vagina might touch the floor if it wasn’t for a pair of oversized gauze underwear with a puppy pad folded inside?
Let’s do some comparative analysis, shall we?
Yep. As I suspected, my wedding day still comes out on top.
If you think about it, a lot of days probably beat the day your baby was born. The day you found a $20 bill in the pocket of an old jacket, for instance. Or the day you found a brand new Burberry umbrella in the back of a cab. It had just started to rain and you felt like the luckiest person on earth. Or what about that time you stumbled into Whole Foods and it just happened to be Sample Day?? That was AWESOME.
Ask yourself this: Would you rather repeat the 24 hours surrounding the birth of your baby or that time you watched an entire season of 24 on Netflix in one day?
As amazing as the birth of my babies are, it still included a lot of stuff I’d rather forget. Plus, it’s pretty hard to beat any day that included eating an entire tray of pigs in the blanket by myself.
What was your favorite day?