I was musing on my birthday and how I wanted to celebrate it. Looking back to my youth, I remember birthdays were exciting affairs. Anticipation and build up to the event culminated in a party, or cake and presents with candles blown out and lots of joy.
I've been asked by friends and husband what I wanted for my birthday. Not a whole lot, I decided. I took the day off from work, got a nice pedicure, had Chinese food for lunch (my favorite), and just lounged around. Finished listening to my book on CD. This year I don't even care to have my husband take me to a fancy restaurant. Maybe I'll have a beer with dinner, or maybe a drink at book club. I guess once you've had many birthdays, counting another one gets to be a bit anti-climatic.
I don't even care to have a cake with candles, though I wouldn't refuse it if I got it. I didn't let my kids and husband off the hook for a card, but they came through with a fun Hoops and Yoyo card (I love those little guys, they are hilarious). I am looking forward to the next milestone birthday, but that is a couple years off.
As it is, I have my class reunion this weekend, which is going to be enough party in itself. So, we'll go back to my hometown and enjoy that, then get ready for the 4th and for our trip to Hawaii.
At the very least, I marked my birthday with a post. Happy Birthday to me.
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