It's odd, having children who get more excited with every birthday. And then there's me, who gets less interested in my own birthday every year! I had a great day - the hubs took me to lunch, I received two cakes, one from the hubs and one from work, and yet...I was oddly neutral about the whole birthday thing. I thought maybe I'd be angry, sad, possibly even melodramatic about turning 36. But really, I'm not. I can only assume that this calmness comes from my old age!
I love that the hubs made me 10 years younger! I cracked up the minute I saw this cake. There are six different kinds of cake in the cake - pumpkin roll torte, pumpkin cheesecake, carrot cake, chocolate peanut butter, raspberry cheesecake, and key lime pie.
Britton was excited about my birthday, because well, it's a birthday!
Every party has a pooper. Poor Barrett just can't let Mommy eat her cake without needing a warm lap to kick back in.
Half my life ago, at 18 years old (and can I just say, how does 18 years blow by so quickly?), I'd be out all night drinking and partying and reveling in general debauchery. Now, a mere 18 years later, I'm celebrating with the hubs's grilled burgers and a beaded necklace gifted by my daughter. Just remind me in another 18 years that I once called 36 "old"!
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