I am officially 32 and I had such a great birthday. It included so many of my favorite things…my favorite breakfast, flowers, lazing around in my p.j.’s for half the morning, coffee with a friend outside in the beautiful sun talking about important things, my husband cleaning and doing odd chores I had casually (and some not so casually) mentioned over the last few weeks, rummaging through antique stores with my family, calls from family and friends (including two particularly lovely renditions of “Happy Birthday” from my wonderful parents and my sweet friend, Amy), a lovely dinner at a restaurant, presents, a COOKIE CAKE! complete with candles and a message inscribed just for me (see photo below), and the Homecoming football game. My husband did good…really good. It was a great day. Thanks to all of you well-wishers and to those of you who celebrated me in various ways throughout the week. I am truly blessed!
As a side note: One of the odd jobs I asked Loren to do a while ago was to cut down an enormous tree that was in our front yard. It blocked our walkway and I didn’t really like it that much. So it happened that while I was getting lunch for the girls, I heard the unmistakable sound of a chain saw and walked out to see him in the middle of cutting that sucker down. Is it weird that I wanted to destroy a living tree on my birthday? Maybe it is my version of a mid-life crisis or something. Later when I opened the birthday present Hope had picked out for me at one of the antique stores, I found she had chosen a sweet miniature decorative tree. She says the two had nothing to do with each other, but I’m not so sure.