Saturday, August 10, 2013

38

Yes, this year I turned 38. I do realize that means 40 is just around the corner. I'm okay with it so far. I'm less okay with the prospect of my kids getting older. I love this stage in our lives and I'd like it to stay that way for a while. Don't get me wrong, I don't want Henry living in my basement as a stay-at-home-son when he's 38, but I like my partially independent kids that are all potty trained and can read. 

I'd like to be able to say I've learned a lot of things over the past year, but I don't know if I've learned anything at all. What resonates with me the most is the thing I've learned since I turned 8. Here goes - my birthday is 8/8. It's a pretty cool birthday and I've always liked it. In fact, I have always loved birthdays. I've always liked them so much that I wanted my family to celebrate my half birthday when I was younger. They never did, but now that I'm grown and gone, my Mom says that whenever February 8 comes around, she always thinks of me and my 1/2 birthday. I don't think that was what I was going for when I was 8, but it's nice to be thought of, so mission accomplished, right? Back to when I was younger - I loved presents. I obsessed over what I wanted and what I was going to get and what the heck was in those wrapped boxes. This really did continue into adulthood and our early years of marriage. Birthdays weren't a big deal to Phil, so he really didn't get it for a while. He did put forth a good effort after I (not so nicely) let him know how important it was, but I usually felt disappointed, as an adult and as a child because, really, aren't our expectations so much higher than reality almost 100% of the time?

I remember the birthday when all that changed. I was turning 29 (I think) and I was having a bit of a pity party on my birthday because that was the only party that was being thrown and Addy said, "aren't you excited it's your birthday!?!!!" and I gave her a pretty negative response. She then gave me a handmade card that said the sweetest things I could ever imagine a 8 year old girl saying. I immediately realized that from now on my best gifts wouldn't come wrapped and that my expectations for my kids at times would fall short of reality and that God's Grace will always exceed my expectations.

Again, Addy's card this year brought tears to my eyes. Also a text from my Mom. and the fact that Phil took half the day off just so we could all be together on MY birthday (even though I was out of town on his). and the fact that my whole family was so excited to celebrate me on this day. and that so many friends remembered me with gifts, texts, cards, and love shown. What a day. What a wonderful time in my life that I am thankful for.

The day started with Kate's homemade blueberry pancakes


Henry added a bit of flair to his

My friend, Aspen, brought over my favorite Starbucks drink

Henry got me a birthday crown

 Addy was the photographer, which means there had to be a dog photo







all I wanted to do is have a family bike ride to eat lunch and then dessert (different place) and then have a leisurely day at home. It was wonderfully perfect.

first stop - lunch!

My lunch pal

second stop - dessert!



My friend Shannon did a six days of my birthday this year; here are the six days





I blew out all the candles with one breath and even had two cakes to choose from


1 comment:

Melody said...

Looks like a perfect day! The photos are beautiful, Addy did an awesome job!