Hello, thirty-eight. So nice to meet you. I expect we'll be having some great times together.
I've never been one to fret over birthdays. Over getting older. As a precocious teenager I would say "Age is irrelevant." because I chose to spend my time with people significantly older than me. But really, here at 38 I feel the same way.
Birthdays, in my opinion are the best possible moment of the year. It's the Me Celebration all day long. Not to be conceited, but what could more fun than that? I get to choose my favorite meals, and someone else cooks them for me. I get to pick dessert and people sing and cheer before I cut the first slice. It's fun. That's all there is to it. Truth be told I feel the same way about other people's birthdays (especially my children's) and look forward to the magic all year long.
When Pete asked me what I wanted for my birthday I said "I want to be the queen for an entire day." And I was. I took a bath and no one came in to the bathroom (or the tub, like normally happens before I am through). No one even knocked on the door or asked me a question through the key hole. Those of you who are not mothers can not possible understand how this twenty minutes alone may have, quite possibly, been the best gift I received all day.
There were of course other more tangible gifts as well. Like these feather earrings from Sage. Pete and I found four yellow shafted flicker feathers on a hike/date last week. Sage asked to have two for a gift he was making. He made me earrings. They are pretty rockin'.
Here are a few sweet moments from my birthday weekend.
There was a snow storm on Friday night that continued into Saturday. (I was born in a blizzard in 1973, so snow is always possible on my day.) So the kids and I snuggled down in the house and planted a few more seeds in our flats, played our favorite board game (Lupine's and mine anyway), and drank pot after pot of nettle chai. Pete in the meantime was in the garage, power tools humming, making something until late into the night.
I nearly slept in on my birthday, Sunday, and was finally awakened by the kids who just couldn't contain their excitement for another minute and piled back into bed, smothering me with birthday love.
Before breakfast I received some amazing handmade gifts: paintings and "ornaments" on earring hooks from Lu, three pairs of earrings from Sage, and a stunning cedar potting bench from Pete. I spent hours on the couch knitting – and then ripping out – a hat for Pete's upcoming fishing trip, I hand sewed on a quilting project, and I read the kids a dozen books. Then the sun broke through, the snow melted, and we headed off on a walk and for some time in the garden.
After a key lime pie we tucked the kids into bed and Pete and I took a soak in the hot tub before bed. (We have this chemical free type. We built it from a kit when Sage was a little guy. And yes, we love it.)
All in all?
A perfect birthday. Thanks, Pete for pulling it off. You rocked it. I really was the queen for the whole day.
P.S. I will bring you chapter 1 of Simplicity Parenting later in the week!