At least, this is how it looks on me (minus the grainy film that comes from taking pictures in less than optimal natural lighting)! My sunburn is peeling, I’ve got a few more gray hairs and a couple of laugh lines, but none of that bothers me. I admit it. I am a total birthday junkie. I don’t get people who would rather let their birthdays slip by unnoticed, or who feel that celebrating is for children. If it were up to me, I’d take the entire month of May and turn it into one big party! Actually, between Aidan’s First Communion, Mother’s Day, my birthday, our weekend away at the shore, Memorial Day, and spring exploding all around us, it really does feel like a month-long celebration. I love May.
I was greeted this morning by the smiling faces of my not-so-evil henchmen, and three wrapped presents. That was such a nice surprise – usually I have to wait until after Neil gets home from work. Sometimes my birthday present is a trip to the mall to “see what we can find,” which is not a terrible thing – it guarantees I’ll get something I like – but the surprise-factor is pretty low.
I had breakfast this morning with a friend whose birthday was yesterday, and that was a nice treat. I don’t have a whole lot on the radar for the rest of the day. I was considering a trip to Target for some capri pants (if I’m going to insist on making more of these loud shirts, I’m really going to need something neutral to wear them with) and maybe doing a little something creative. I have some clay-covered pens that need the finishing touches. Maybe I’ll just listen to my new CD and read my new book all afternoon.
It’s raining today. It’s not supposed to rain on my birthday. It’s also not supposed to be 49 degrees. One of the benefits of a late May birthday is sunshine and breezy-clothes-weather. I’m nothing if not stubborn, so I’m wearing my new summer shirt anyway, and I’m wearing summer footwear, and I’m just pretending that my toes aren’t cold and that I’m not covering up the new shirt with a sweater. Denial. It works for me.