Reflections on 33

You may have noticed that my birthday is kind of special to me.

I love it.

And Cort always makes sure my birthday is special.

There were three birthdays in a row (29, 30, and 31) that I was pregnant.

When I turned 29, I was pregnant, but no one knew.  And it didn’t stay.

When I tured 30, I was pregnant again, and again no one knew.  We didn’t tell.  Cort made the day very special for me, even though I ended up losing the baby less than a month later.

When I turned 31, I was again pregnant.  This time, VERY pregnant with a little bun named Eddie.

Last year, when I turned 32, my wonderful husband and my best friend decided I deserved a huge celebration to make up for the past three birthdays of laying low. And last year Cort and my parents bought me the best gift ever.

This year there were no trips or expensive dinners.

There were no huge surprises or massively extravagant gifts.

This year was a year of friends, family, and my little boy bringing me a small gift.

I got to have dinner with my best friend, Erin and my wonderful husband.

I drank something called a “Flirtini”.  It had champagne in it.

I was able to have game night with friends who may as well be our family.  Who we consider our family.

this game? is so much awesome.

They jumped out and yelled surprise at us when we walked through their door.  Ben cooked one of the best dinners ever.  Trisha made the yummiest cuppie cakes.  Their boys played with my boy.

three candles because 33? is too many.

and we laughed…and we ate…but mostly we laughed.

Even if Ed wasn’t thrilled to go to bed there at first.

On my actual birthday…

I slept in.

I woke up to:

“Let’s go find Mommy.  No…wait…Ed…not yet!”  <insert paper ripping noise here>

<insert spazzing toddler here>

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!!!

Two happy boys in PJs…

A venti starbucks latte…

An apple charm for my bracelet…

And a pile of snuggles and kisses and hugs.

I had dinner with my whole family around me:

Mom, Dad, Chris, Sarah, Jack, Henry, Mike, Ashley, Cort, and Eddie.

My favorite meal: Homemade chicken salad and blue berry muffins

The homemade ice cream cake I have ever year…

And a little bit of help from a little boy with my presents…

and with my candles…

I am pretty sure that 33 is going to be the best year ever.

Matching double digits.

Two Three’s.

33.

Lucky 33.

It’s going to be good.

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About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

Comments

  1. Aw. Sounds like you’ve had an amazing 33 birthday! Happy birthday again! 🙂

  2. It sounds wonderful! I am so glad you had a great day!

  3. Happy belated Birthday, looks like you had a great day and we are almost the same age!

  4. And you won a stroller from Emily! How awesome is that?!

    (I’m a little jealous, but it couldn’t have gone to a better person :-))

  5. Amen to finally being able to enjoy a drink for your birthday! I’m like you – IT’S A BIG DEAL! I don’t have kids yet, but I am certain they will realize at a young age that mommy’s birthday is a national event. I blame it on being an only child and needing the spotlight. What’s your excuse? 🙂

  6. It sure will be. Love you.
    PS. Does that container say Fark? I die.

  7. Happy Birthday!

    it sounds like you had a wonderful time..

    YEAH!

    that is all

  8. The picture with you blowing out your candles and Eddie helping…
    Takes my breath away.
    So much love.

    I’m glad it was wonderful!

  9. It sounds like a pretty perfect birthday.

    So happy.

    Heres to a fabulous 33!!

  10. Sounds absolutely perfect. Glad you got to enjoy it.

  11. so happy for you. totally agree on this year rocking. it will!!!

  12. It IS going to be a great year! Happy birthday friend!

  13. I’m a little OCD when it comes to things being “even” so I like stuff in two’s.

    And yet? My favorite number is 3.

    So 33? Equals perfection.

    I know I’m late with the birthday wishes, but this year has to be good. It just has to.
    (33 was nine years ago for me, but I have vague recollections of awesomeness. enjoy.)