I'm not sure why, but this year my birthday had me a little anxious. It's not even a milestone birthday. 34. Birthdays have never been that big of a deal to me, even as a child we had family parties and sometimes a few friends to sleepover but nothing major. Mom always made me a cake and made me feel special (and still does) but it has never been something that just HAD to be done. I thought I might feel weird about turning 30 but I didn't and ever year since has been the same.
However, this year, was a little different. My husband kept telling me how many days I had left until the big day, and every time I would cringe inside. Of course, it wasn't his fault, but I was kind of hoping it would just come and go and nobody would notice. I mean, it's not even a multiple of 10 for goodness sakes.
I planned to sleep in and mope all day. Although I did sleep in (which was wonderful) I had no chance of moping. I awoke to constant text messages and email beeps. Paul made me breakfast. He also made plans for my parents to pick up the kids at school so we could go to one of my favorite japanese steakhouses and not have to rush back for the kids. All day, I received messages from friends and family letting me know I'm loved and it really changed my attitude. I'm so thankful for all that I have, and I don't mean material things. I have an amazing physical family, and also a wonderful spiritual family. I have friends that I can count on when it's time to celebrate and also during my darkest times. So yesterday I celebrated the fact that I'm alive and well. I have been blessed beyond measure!
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