I mean, it was a week and a half ago. And it was a fantastic day. I've figured out how to have a happy birthday every year. I just know that it's going to be a quiet day, exceedingly normal in every way, and I don't expect anything to be any different than usual except that I won't force myself to do the things that I don't really want to do (like making dinner). And I try to be more grateful than usual for my blessings in my super boring normal life. And it always works--I always have such great birthdays now. I had birthday cereal for breakfast, and Tommy got me Harry Potter Trivial Pursuit and a racquetball racquet (which I've won both weeks of playing with so far, so it's magical), and he came home so I could go out for a quiet, enjoyable lunch by myself, and it was perfect. And I kept hearing from family and friends all day saying happy birthday, which just made things even better.
Going for a walk after Dane left for preschool.
My mom always used to tell us, "All I want is for you to be nice" on her birthdays. I remember thinking that was so lame and not as easy as just getting her a present. But now I said the same thing this year. Look at them obliging so nicely.
Going in to the gym with the three cuties.
We went out to dinner as a family. Dane took this picture of us--not bad!
I asked for a Nothing Bundt Cakes cake so that nobody had to make it. It was awesome.
The only thing I really wanted to do for my birthday was just have some quality time with some friends. So the night after my birthday, I invited some friends over for a "pajama party," aka just hanging out and talking. They were here for like 5 hours and it was super fun. All women want to do is get together and have girl talk. I realized in all the time we've lived here, I've never just invited a few people over, partly because I feel guilty for excluding anyone (since you can't fit everyone you know in your living room, and because I wanted to have a small enough group that we could all talk to everyone at the same time) and partly because it makes me feel vulnerable to extend invitations to people--what if they don't want to but feel obligated to come? And dumb concerns like that, which I knew were silly even as I was sending out the evites. I forced myself to do it and was so glad I did--it was the most fun I've had in a long time.
AND then the night after that, Tommy and I went out on a date--only the second time we've gotten a babysitter since Lucy was born. (I really worked the birthday weekend perfectly this year.) It worked out perfectly and we got to eat dinner at the Honey Tupelo cafe (which we'd been to in Asheville, NC when we visited there). It was AMAZING. Look at the size of the biscuits.
So, a great birthday celebration for myself in the books. Happy birthday to me! Up next--Tommy's birthday next month.