Today is my birthday. I got to eat breakfast with my sister-in-law/best friend and watch my son take his first swimming lesson. My mom bought me cupcakes and ice cream and my dad gave me flowers.
My friend Lori sent me a card and I had nearly 40 well wishers here, there, and on social media. It was a good day but the best part was the feeling of being cared for. I was happy to have my family around me and my friends thinking of me.
Earlier in the week several people asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I couldn’t come up with anything. So they gave me their time. The most precious thing they have. I am a very lucky girl. Thank you everyone!
Waking up today feels like pulling myself out of a tub of molasses. In a good way. I slept solid last night. I entered so deeply into the realm of dreams that I don’t remember sleeping and I’ve not quite returned to waking.
Yesterday was my son’s 11th birthday. His party was a lot of fun and I got to meet up with friends I haven’t seen in a long time. It was three hours of happy social interaction but by the time I got home I was done in. Only stubbornness helped me stay awake until a reasonable bedtime. (I would have just given in, but my daughter was out with a friend. I was waiting for her to be brought home.)
After weeks of restless sleep and waking feeling like the day before never stopped; this thick with sleep feeling is welcome. It is cool outside which makes hot coffee all the more enjoyable. I don’t know what this Monday will hold but I am greeting it with a sleepy contented smile and a warm cup.
I missed posting on Monday. I noticed yesterday. My brain has been so scrambled lately that a plate of cheese eggs looks more put together. The reasons are the same as always. Work, kids, and writing.
My son’s birthday is Saturday. He is turning double digits. I remembered on Wednesday to order his cake. Usually that is the first thing I take care of. I could make the thing myself but while edible, it wouldn’t look as cool. Also I tend to freak out at the last minute for things involving a crowd of people. It is better to let professionals bake the cake.
I did manage to buy a present and invite people. The wonders of social media and online shopping made that easier, considering most stores are closing around the time I am heading to work and many of them have yet to open by the time I get out. I haven’t wrapped his present yet, but I did get one. (I tried to bribe my daughter into wrapping it for me but she declined.)
I have no idea who will actually show up for his party. I know his aunt is going to try and that his dad, step-mom, and baby sister will be there. My brother and sister-in-law are on vacation, so they will not be attending. I am hoping my friend Lacey will show up with her kids if they aren’t too busy.
Lacey has been my best friend since middle school. We talk to each other off an on through out the year. Sometimes it can be as little as once a year, but we always pick up right wherever we left off. Neither of us are surprised whenever the other shows up.
After not seeing a person for a few years and then you both go to the exact same place at the exact same time for vacation…well that kind of puts an end to the feeling of surprise at seeing one another in random places. (It wasn’t even a well known spot. I hadn’t even planned to go until someone gave me free tickets, and then there we were, her kids lined up next to mine watching animal handlers feed dead chicken to alligators.)
Anyway, I will try to get a proper post out this Monday. Sorry for the miss.
Thirty five years ago, at 7:01 on a Monday morning, I was born. I was brought complaining into a wide and wonderful new world. I was blessed with two loving parents. I have been blessed my entire 35 years with new experiences, friends, family, heart aches, love, and laughter. Life.
I am thankful for cupcakes and candles, for birthday wishes, laughter and smiles. I am thankful for the feeling of dirt under bare feet in the Summer and the view from a high tree branch. I am thankful for my little brother and the cousin that are as close to me as siblings. I am thankful for my children and that I get to watch them discover life as well. I am thankful for the people I have gotten to meet. For hot tea and warm socks. For the good books I’ve read and the bad ones too. (The bad ones help me appreciate a good one when I find it.)
I lot of people don’t like birthdays because it means they are getting older. As with most things, I think it depends on your point of view. I would rather get older that the alternative. 😀
To me, my birthday means a chance to celebrate that I have lived another year. And starting tomorrow I will be stepping into the beginning of a whole new year of life. Birthdays are just personalized New Year days.
So lift up your glasses my friends, here’s to all the days past and all the ones to come!
“Red in the morning, Sailor’s warning, Red at night, Sailor’s delight.”
This rhyme is something I heard often growing up. I can remember laying in the floor at my grandmother’s house, gazing out of the window at the darkening evening sky painted scarlet, and hearing my grandmother quote this old saying. Variations of this saying are over 2000 years old.
This morning I stepped out onto my front porch and stopped to stare. The trees in the distance were painted bright red by the birth of the sun. It hadn’t even crested the horizon yet, but the trees were bathed in it’s fire. This old rhyme came immediately to mind even though it wasn’t the sky that was coated in crimson.
Looking back, if I gave into superstition, I could call this an omen. While we did not have storms of water and wind, I have had a tempest of bad luck all day. It was a Murphy’s law type of day. Everything from failed scheduling to financial hiccups afflicted me all day.
For example, some how my house payment for last month was lost in the mail and never reached its intended destination. I some how failed to notice. Usually once it has reached the post office I put it out of my mind and don’t think about it again until the next payment is due. So it was an unpleasant shock to see that my February house payment was over due. Things like that happened all day. Stuff that I thought was all taken care of, cropped up with sudden problems that kept me running all day and the things I had planned to take care of today had road blocks jump up to impede my progress.
I didn’t manage to get any writing done on my work in progress though I had high hopes for making head way on it today. Maybe after the children go to bed I will get another chance. If not, well then tomorrow is another day…it is also my birthday. I had hoped to have the day completely off but I won’t complain at this point if I can just get a couple of uninterrupted, worry free writing hours in.