Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Happy Birthday Me!

Today is my 32nd birthday. My husband took the day off and our plans were nothing more than to spend the day with each other and the boys. I don't know what I was expecting, but when I woke up I was pretty grouchy. No happy birthday. No official plans. No nothing. Just another ordinary day.

I got the boys dressed, fed them breakfast and thought how true it is that a mom's work is never done. Sometimes I really hate, fly by the seat of your pants days. Man! Can I get a plan, please!

Anyways, we were all dressed waiting for my husband to finish his breakfast, who by the way is far more spontaneous than I, suggested that we go down to The Garden of the Gods, in Colorado Springs. I thought hey, good idea, maybe there is some hope after all. And then it happened, my brother called and left a message wishing me a happy birthday and left me a lovely text message. Now, I'm feeling a little less grouchy and off we go to Colorado Springs.

It was my first time as an adult going to the Garden of the Gods. So I don't remember much, but as soon as I stepped out of the truck and heard nothing more than birds chirping and the wind blowing. My grouchiness had turned to complete calm and satisfaction. It was perfect. The sun was out and bright and I could feel my blood slightly begin to bubble. I was alive.

When we returned home, my mom had dropped by to give me card and a gift certificate for a massage. She also gave me the bill for when she gave birth to me.

A little later on, my not so slacker husband presented me with a birthday cake with 16 candles, little gifts perfect for a mom, and my most favorite, the boys gave me a card that read, "Mom, You always make a Big Deal out of our Birthdays...And as You always say, What Goes Around...Comes Around."

So it may have not been the perfectly planned day, but it turned out to be perfect anyways.

You see I'm a simple complex woman. I don't ask for much. Just a little acknowledgement, fun in the sun, and family.

What a Blessing!

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