…ESPECIALLY one from an adult birthday:
I had a great birthday last Friday because I am
b) know myself
These are things that I LOVE to do
--be with my kids
--be with my friends
So, I decided that my birthday would include all of those things.
I woke up early and attended my favorite class at the gym.
Then I corralled all of my kids into the car and we drove to Sandpoint and did a long hike.
Then we ate the best Mexican in the Northwest (Joel’s in Sandpoint).
Then I came home and read and napped.
Then I ate a homemade Chinese dinner that Ryan prepared (notice apron wearing).
Then I opened presents custom made for me (books, cookbooks, fancy popsicle makers, pedicure gift certificates). Jane makes an excellent photographer…if you want her for your next birthday party.
Then I made a big old chocolate cake that I’d been dreaming about for months during my sugar fast.
Then I got together with all my friends and their husbands and ate a table full of desserts, made by my friends that, luckily, are fabulous cooks.
So, in conclusion, 37 is a fine age to be, because you know who you are, what you want and how to get it…at least one day a year.