Birthdays are interesting. In a mere 24 hours, your age changes. In my world, 30 was old. I distinctly remember making a cake for my mom on her 30th birthday. I was 9.
My birthday today (not 30 by the way) may be the first that my kids have any memory of as they grow up…and believe me, they think I am O-L-D. But it is all mental, right?
I have to tell you, this may well have been the highlight of my day….it happened for the first time as I opened Delaney’s door to say good morning. And it was replayed for me again and again throughout the day.
The other thing making today special: my sweet husband and his planning. If you new my husband, and were aware of just how much he detests planning, and how much he stresses about all things gift and surprise related, you would be suitably impressed.
My morning started with a surprise massage. Jeff arranged to have his brother come over to watch Coop while I was pampered (have I mentioned she used hot towels in the massage? Just heavenly) And when I went to the front desk to check out, these were waiting for me.
With them: a card from the little people wishing me happy birthday.
Then, onto lunch with a wonderful friend….a 15 minute lay-on-the-bed-in-complete-peace-and-quiet, a hot shower, time to deal with my ridiculous hair, dance class for Mini, an easy dinner (I didn’t make anything) and bedtime for the kids. I also received this:
On the day I was born, my dad brought a single red rose to the hospital for me. He has never missed a year since…no matter where I was living or visiting. It is a beautiful tradition.
My day was punctuated by calls from fantastic friends, wonderful emails, text messages, and too many Facebook notes to count. If all of my birthday wishes count, I am in for one hell of an amazing year.
I am blessed and I know it!
Now, my world is quiet. I have a date with a bubble bath and a glass of wine.