- Samuel Johnson
My birthday was so wonderful. I woke with my children in my bed, to great big birthday hugs and kisses. It was adorable. My son asked how old I was, and when I answered, "36." he said, "Wow, Mom. You're young." So my day certainly started off on the right foot.
As I was heading out the door to work, text messages started coming in - many from wonderful friends and it was such a cheery way to start the day. At work (I had a crazy busy day - 7 cases before noon for a grand total of 9) everyone was warm and gracious and it just made me feel so special. One of the docs took me to breakfast, and there were loads of hugs and an equal measure of offers to administer the birthday spankings. One of the new docs came up and gave me a huge hug and said, "You're so special, I hope your day matches up to your grace." That's one of the loveliest things anyone has every said to me.
As the day wore on, I heard from so many wonderful friends - many of whom I haven't seen in literally decades. I felt the love, and I loved it. I've always sort of used my birthday as the true barometer for the year ahead (as opposed to New Year's Eve). I figure that the people that are important to me, that recognize my birthday at the beginning of the year, are typically the ones that I'll still hold close to my heart at the end of the year - it just tends to work that way. I'm so fucking obnoxious about my birthday, it's certainly not like anyone has the opportunity to forget - so those that fail to acknowledge the day truly don't care about me.
After work, I gathered the children and we met my parents for a really nice birthday dinner. My kids and I all crawled into my bed, a nice, snuggly end to a day full of warm fuzzies.
The actual party will be the weekend of the 17th! I'm so looking forward to that little fiesta! Until then, thank you all - I definitely felt the love, and I am so lucky to have so many genuinely wonderful people in my life.
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