No big deal really. Not super old, no longer very young. Just a number that has officially gotten me closer to my mid-thirties and that much closer to 40. I’m ok with it overall, I don’t usually have a lot of anxiety over age. Every once in a while, I start to panic over father time but all in all, I do think I’ve used time wisely – so I try not to fret too much.
Except when I look in the mirror and I see those wrinkles start. Yes I have them. No, I’m not lying. So now I use moisturizer more often than I used to. I wash my make-up off (most of the time) before bed. Although admittedly, there are days that I still stumble into bed with it still on, except its due to exhaustion from kids instead of a late night with the gals. Although luckily, I do still have those nights on occasion too (thank you dear husband!).
It was actually a no frills birthday. At 30, we had a big thing in Hawaii (we lived there at the time) – lots of friends were visiting, we had lots of local friends come out, it was a big deal that night.
But 33, not so big.
My good friend Katy actually asked me a few days before, “So, we going to Circa on Wednesday?” and I was like, “Sure, sounds good to me if we can get a sitter,” looking at her puzzled as to what the occasion was.
“You know…your birthday?!” she said
Doh! I hadn’t even realized what day it was in the month – classic mommy brain.
Sad I know.
So we got all the dinner details worked out for my Birthday but, if it wasn’t for her, there may have been no real outing.
Hmm…should talk with the husband about that now that I think about it….
The husband and I left early in the evening so it could be “just us” before we had a lovely dinner with some close friends.
At dinner we laughed a lot, drank a good bit of wine while eating far too much food from this fantastic local place that we love. We had a couple of cards and presents and I blew out a tea light candle on the table instead of having a cake.
I don’t know how I feel about that one. Hopefully it’s not bad luck…
There was a brownie or chocolate dessert of some sort, so there was that.
Then we ended the evening and it really was just a great night of conversation and great food. Something we rarely get without the interruptions of little ones.
I’ll admit that sometimes I long for the days of my youth when Birthdays were big deal with a big party, lots of presents to open, cake etc…there’s just something exciting and vibrant about it and it makes you feel pretty darn special as a kid to be the center of attention for the day. And, when I think about why I make a big deal out of my daughters’ birthday’s each year – it’s because I want them to know that they are special and wanted in the world. But perhaps there’s a deeper rooted issue here…the whole parent factor may be just rearing its ugly head.
It’s a mixed set of emotions getting older when presents are replaced by money in cards by family. Part of me might prefer just the card with a heartfelt message. But then again…I did pick up this little beauty with the money that was sent…
because Birthday money is about splurging, no? And last year, I re-organized my pantry… so this year, it was time to be frivolous folks…
so…I think maybe I’ll stop whining now.
One really fantastic part of my day…
my oldest daughter pulled these out of her closet first thing in the morning…
She and the babysitter had picked a bouquet from our many, many rose bushes out front. Aren’t they gorgeous?
Before I lead you to believe I have a green thumb I have to say that I inherited these bushes in great health and I do nothing to keep them going. My husband prunes them and weeds, and the rest is pure luck and mother nature. They are great eye candy though. I so wish I was a natural and could plant more beautiful things around my home, but I digress.
So I’m getting older, and I’m not certain what the next 33 years holds and I’m sure there will be a few big birthday bashes in there from time to time – but as we get older, it does seem to get a bit less so, doesn’t it?
How do you like to spend your Birthdays? Big bashes with friends and family? Small intimate gatherings? Vary from year to year?