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.
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.
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…
Matching double digits.
It’s going to be good.