Today is my birthday. I'm 32. That's not terribly noteworthy, I suppose, though as I am the sole proprietor around these blog-parts, it's pretty momentous in this little electronic universe. But nevertheless, it remains merely noteworthy to me at least, and probably very little to anyone else.
I like birthdays. I like when people make a fuss over me and I don't have to be all modest and waving it off, like, no, really, you don't have to do that super nice thing you're doing for me. And I don't mean falsely modestly. For example, a friend recently gave me a very nice gift as a thank you for having helped organize her baby shower. I really meant it that her gift and her thanks and her gushing over the lovely party was not at all necessary, and a little embarrassing to me (though the gift- a snack survival kit from one pregnant lady to another- was and is fabulous). But really, I would do it all again. I like doing nice things for people. I don't do it to be thanked or gushed over.
On my birthday, though, people can make as big a fuss as they like. I like it. I've done absolutely nothing to earn it, of course, other than staying alive another year, in which I have a sort of vested interest. But I guess that's what makes it so great. People tell me happy birthday and do nice things for me just because they care about me. I always feel very loved on my birthday.
Today was no exception. Bruce took me to a nice lunch, and then turned around and surprised me with lovely dinner reservations. Afterward we went to a Barnes & Noble, where I totally indulged and bought like 6 new books (I'm trying to cut back and use the library more). When we got home, his other gift to me was waiting in a box by the door- a Slanket! It's one of those things that so fills a need in our house. I'm always cold, and trying to read or blog or work under an afghan is not easy. Now my arms can remain toasty warm and still useful!
Also waiting for me were flowers from our dearest friends in the world, as well as a gorgeous book filled with photos from our joint vacation last fall. Everything brought tears to my eyes, hormonal pregnant lady missing her friends that I am.
I also spoke to my dad and my brother today, and got a lovely card from my brother and sister-in-law yesterday. Two lovely ladies at the office are taking me out to lunch tomorrow as well.
It's been a good birthday, even though my sister has, at this writing, failed to call. That's okay. She forgot my birthday last year too. I'm okay with it. As I said, with all of these nice things happening, how can I help but feel very loved? It's a good feeling. Happy birthday to me indeed.
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Happy (belated) birthday!
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