Birthdays, for me, are like my own personal New Year’s Eve. On my birthday I don’t take stock of my accomplishments as some might. I spend my day feeling gratitude for all that has happened in my life: the amazing, bewildering, awe-inspiring life I’ve lead so far. The fantastic people that have come into my life, and now, the life of my children. The people that have come and gone, the ones who challenged me to grow and change, and the people I’ve yet to meet.
I’ve never been the type of person to dread being another year older. I just don’t see life as this thing to dread. I am always just so happy to have another fabulous year.
Even when the years have been hard, because I’ve had plenty of those too, I have been glad to have them.
My 35th birthday so far:
Michael made me breakfast with the kids (bagels & lox). The dryer is flopping a load of towels around. The two little ones are yelling at Dora the Explorer on TV. I’ve be texting a very dear friend from high school for an hour while trying to type this post. Our oldest, Ballplayer, has been bugging me to order shoes from Hannah Anderson. We have to head out to the dentist where they all are getting their smiles polished. We will return for a late lunch and some reading time. Then a park, perhaps?
I’m hoping to end the day with a Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream Cake!
My wish for my 35th year? To do things I’ve never done before….