Well, here I am, another year older. Today is my birthday, not technically until 10:34pm. But anyway, I’m 28. I can’t believe it.
I have never been a big fan of birthdays, at least not my own. Not only because I am aging every year, but because I don’t want anyone making a fuss over me. I have spent the past few days explaining this to my husband. He doesn’t quite understand, but he knows I can be strange about somethings so he just accepts what I am saying.
We spent last night trying to figure out how to divide tonight between our two families. We had already planned to have dinner with my family and cake with Josh’s. Then we found out my family was getting a cake too. Two cakes? For me? I guess 28 isn’t too bad. Along with not being a big fan of my birthday, I am also not a fan of dividing our time between our two families. So, it took Josh and I awhile, and a little argument to nail down how we’d spend this evening. All of which again, made me me not too excited about celebrating my birthday.
Then came this morning. I came to work expecting it to be an ordinary day. A “Happy Birthday” here and there, but no big deal. I was wrong. I walked in the door greeted by a beaming almost 4 year old, yelling “Happy Birthday Kirsten!” Then upon entering the kitchen, I see a cake. A CAKE! For me!! What a surprise! I almost cried! Then the family sang Happy Birthday to me. Again, another huge surprise. It made me feel so special, so loved. What a way to start my day.
I feel better now about celebrating the start of the 28th year of my life. A little more optimistic that it won’t be a hassle. Maybe next year I’ll be a fan of my birthday again. I’ll have to keep you posted.