Despite the fact that I'm technically a grown up, I'm still one of those people that get excited about their birthday. Not in the "I want a big party with streamers and confetti and silly hats and lots of people" excited (well, maybe just a little), but more the "I just want to do something special" excited. Even though I'm getting old enough that people would be understanding if I didn't want to celebrate, I still want to.
Last year, my birthday was both wonderful and not so wonderful. I did have lunch with a friend, and got my very first pedicure, and best of all, found out that I was pregnant with Duck. But my work schedule was such that I only saw my family for a few minutes in the early morning. I spent the rest of the day alone.
So this year, I had some very specific birthday wishes. Because this year was going to be better than last year.
I wanted to not plan or cook a single meal.
I wanted to eat sushi.
I wanted a cake with candles.
I wanted to sleep in.
I wanted to spend the entire day with my family.
Hubster woke me up late, to a wonderful breakfast he cooked. He surprised me with a wonderful cake, complete with candles. We went out for sushi (even if I was the only one who ate any.) Hubster offered to find a babysitter, but I declined. Because even if it might be a little stressful having all three kids at the restaurant, what I wanted was for us to be together.
And that's what we were.
I feel absolutely spoiled and very birthday girlish.
This birthday, I got every thing I wanted, even before I blew out the candles.