I was musing over my post yesterday about my 35th birthday, and I got the idea to read over old birthday posts I’ve written, and see how they were in my past life.
Paul was honestly surprised when I made the comment yesterday that it was the best birthday I’ve ever had, but I don’t think he understood that birthdays for me as an adult were practically a non-event. A search of the word ‘birthday’ on my blog pulled up only a few posts, and only one of them pertaining to a birthday of mine, which involved me making cupcakes with the kids for my own birthday, because I never really had the kind of cake I wanted (I always ended up with something everyone else ate). To be honest it kind of made me sad to read that post. No one should have to settle for someone else’s idea of birthday cake.
I was quickly cheered up however by the discovery of this old post where I talked about Damian’s reaction to his fourth birthday. It was a story I had completely forgotten about, probably because I was in the midst of my divorce at the time, and there was so much
negativity it was easy for the good stuff to get lost by the wayside.
But I blogged it, and so it is there. He will be 9 in January, and 5 years later I was able to go back and have a laugh and re-live the indignant righteousness of the 4 year old who thought I lied to him about his birthday gifts.
Thoughts and stories and little snippets of life fade from memory as time goes on, but being able to pull them back out like a photo album and revive those memories is absolutely priceless.
I woke up this morning and realized this is it – I’ve turned 35. Happy birthday Sara, you are officially old.
As a kid I remember my mother hitting some point in her mid-30′s and telling me she never expected to live that long. She’d lived recklessly, not in a good way, and basically expected to die any time. As long as I can remember she said she never expected to live this long, and she knew she wouldn’t live to be old. It seemed to me like she was living her life just waiting to die, and I suppose in some way that made me fear reaching that age. 35 seemed to me like the peak, and it would only be downhill from there. To reach that point myself kind of scared me.
I don’t know what I expected today, but I woke up to a beautiful card from Paul, along with a really cool TARDIS journal. He offered to make me breakfast, but I didn’t want to bother him with it, and I was having a hard time waking up, so I was running late from the start.
Late for work? Yep, but I didn’t give a damn when I walked in and saw what my coworkers had done to my cube.
What you can’t see in that pic is the shiny confetti all over the desk, and the cupcake banner thing hanging off the back of the chair. I love it so much I told them I wanted to keep it that way all year long. I know they do this for everyone, but I can’t put into words how special it made me feel. Totally made going into work worth it for the few hours I was there.
At noon I left work and went home, grabbed Paul, and we went to lunch at my favorite restaurant, Felix’s Fish Camp. I got to try turtle soup for the first time(which has actual turtle in it, we Googled it!), and I had my favorite crab bisque. I got the crabcakes, and Paul had fried shrimp. Amazing food as always, though the waiter was very chatty. The view was gorgeous, and I’ve totally decided that we are bringing my best friend there when she comes to visit next month. No one should come to Mobile and not try Felix’s.
From there we went to Foley and hit the Tanger Outlets. Initially my plan was to replace the watch I lost last Thanksgiving weekend when we were in Birmingham. I’d picked it out at the Seiko outlet when I took Paul’s mom and sister to Foley, and have spent the last year being upset that I lost it. It was a *really* nice watch.
I didn’t find one just like it, but I found another I liked enough, and then went back and forth between that and a second one. Being an outlet store they were cheap, and Paul said it’s your birthday, get both. Then he found one he liked, and I made him get that one, and then he decided with it being my birthday, I should get another one that I kept noticing. A trip for one watch turned into three(plus his), and it was WAY overboard, but he was pretty insistent. I’ll never have to worry about losing a watch again!
We picked up a hoodie for me in Old Navy, and a couple of pajama sets for Malcolm, and then grabbed drinks at Starbucks and headed home.
I loved spending the afternoon just the two of us, but I missed Malcolm too, and was glad to get home. (I tried calling the big kids on the way home but got the answering machine, boo! I can’t wait for the day they get old enough to realize maybe they should be calling me on days like this.) He seemed a bit warm, but not quite running a fever, something I’d been commenting on for several days now. When Ashley left he continued to become more agitated, and I checked his gums under the light, though surely at 3 months old he couldn’t be teething yet, right?
They haven’t broken through yet, but looking closely I could see the two tell-tale lines on his bottom gum. Mickey Moo is teething at 3 months old. Wth?? None of my older kids got teeth this early! I’m glad to at least know now why he’s been so cranky and warm the last few days, but teething? Already? Yuck.
I got him calmed down and he fell asleep pretty quickly, right before Paul came home with the curry and my favorite cheap wine. Barefoot Sweet Red for the win y’all!
Overall I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to spend the day. This has been hands-down the best birthday I have ever had, and there is so much to look forward to in the next year I can’t imagine how I ever thought 35 would be scary.
I have an amazing husband who goes so above and beyond every day to make me happy. I have kids that I love so much I can’t even put it into words. I have great friends, awesome coworkers, and a job that doesn’t suck.
They always say life is what you make of it, and I believe that. I surround myself with love and laughter and people I adore, and that makes me happy. My marriage is strong, and I am so much more confident in myself than I used to be. If this is any indication of what being 35 is like, I’ll take it.
Life just keeps getting better.
I don’t often order stuff from Walmart.com, but today I was looking for something I need to get for going back to work, and Walmart actually had the lowest price. (Cheaper than Amazon?? I know right! I was shocked too. For once Prime didn’t save the day.)
I went to check out, only to get the following error message -
I got a giggle because the error popped up when I was trying to select a payment method. If Walmart is retiring having to pay for the items you order, I’ll be quite happy to play along. In the meantime, can we get this fixed please?