Life, One Crazy Day at a Time: Darcie's Birthday

Last year I passed a significant birthday. I was going to say I celebrated a significant birthday, but "celebrated" doesn't capture my feelings last year, "passed" does. I just wanted to get past last year's birthday without recognizing it at all. For several years, my birthday has not been something I look forward to, and last year I was down-right dreading it. The fact that I was turning a number ending in 0 was a major factor. Once past that birthday, for the next year, I didn't think of myself as 40, but as 39. On the treadmill I use, I enter my weight and age before I begin my workout. For the past two years, I've been entering 39 for my age. I know, logically, that age is just a number, but my heart didn't like last year's number.

As this year's birthday approached, I again experienced dread at the approaching date. Then I decided that my feelings had everything to do with my attitude and there was nothing else to blame. If I changed my attitude, I could re-gain the joyful anticipation of birthdays I used to have. So I decided to just get over it, be excited, and this year I had one of the best birthdays in recent memory.

I worked the day before my birthday, and while I was out, Jason and the girls made me a cake.

After work, Jason and I had dinner at one of my favorite restaurants in Fredericksburg, Kybecca. The next day, on my birthday, I got to sleep in then read a book on the couch (gasp!) because the girls had spent the night at mom and dad's (thank you!). I had a massage downtown, then Jason and I had brunch at another of my favorite restaurants, Foode. After that we had a little fun in the photo booth...