It's my 30th birthday this month. My standard birthday for the past many years has been a trip to a pumpkin patch. I always figured that for a milestone birthday I would do something a bit more. (Yes, I consider 30 a milestone)
Well 30 years is here and I have nothing planned. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I didn't even make it to a pumpkin patch this year. I'm feeling rather depressed about the whole affair. It's not that I mind turning 30 years old. I want to get old in life and have a whole bunch of birthdays! The thing that is most depressing is that I am doing nothing to celebrate. No cake, no people, no party, no dinner out, no pumpkins, no presents, no birthday.
The morning of my birthday came and I decided that I needed to change my attitude. Rearrange priorities and just be happy. I arranged a last minute babysitter for KB and went to my scheduled chiropractor appointment. Afterwards I met a good friend for a yummy lunch. Then went to the grocery store and then back to pick up KB. I realized I am blessed with many good friends up here in these mountains. I love them all and they constantly amaze me with their friendship.
KB and I went home, unloaded groceries, played some toys, and cleaned up the kitchen so Mr. Llama could make us some yummy dinner. We enjoyed a quiet meal and some ice cream cake (the only kind of cake I really enjoy) that Mr. Llama surprised me with afterwards. I even got to chat on the phone with my bestie for a few minutes. The day ended and I'm officially 30.
This past year has been one of major change. Everything is different in every way than it was for my 29th birthday. Yes, I wanted to publicly celebrate that I made it to 30. But as life often happens, I celebrated it in my own quiet way. No fanfare. Just a simple day topped off with a simple evening surrounded by my loving supportive husband and darling daughter. And that, I'm finding, is a perfectly acceptable way to celebrate my 30th birthday.
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