This weekend was my birthday, which was pretty uneventful compared to last year. Last year happened to be a 'landmark' birthday, so there was a good deal of celebrating. Now I'm just "in my ___s." The landmark birthday is never such a bummer because there's so much hoopla. It's the year after that gets to me.
I think I'm technically middle age now. Agggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
This was me last year, not looking a day over 39 3/4.
Last year my family had a nice party for me. So did a group of my friends. I even went out the night of my actual birthday with my neighbors (kinda an accident that it was planned on my birthday, but hey I'll take it) and I got my free icecream sundae with a side of humiliation at TGIFridays.
But this year it was very low key. A few calls. Zero fanfare. Most of the wishes were on facebook and here. God bless social networking! My husband and I were not able to go out alone since our only babysitter is in Mexico right now and we have no family near by. Plan B was for ALL of us to go out to a restaraunt. Unfortunately, Tink thwarted those plans when she decided to spike a fever. Plan C: Japanese food at home. We had ice cream cake and an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday on Sunday.
My husband gave me a basket of bath/lotion smelly things. He chose the White Tea scent, somehow remembering that I said I loved that once a long time ago. Sometimes, he surprises me like that, when I don't even think he's paying attention to the little details.
Pink said to me "Mom, the best birthday present is us, right? That you have your kids here with you?" Her voice kind of choked up with emotion when she said it, as if she already knew at age 4 how much truth was in her words.
It's hard to be bummed about age when you're this blessed and happy.