Me!!! Not to toot my own horn or anything... :)
The big 3-0...wow. I can't believe I'm now one of those thirty-somethings...I always thought of those people as being old. Not really old, but old. As people who already have their life established. In your twenties, so many things happen - college, marriage, new jobs, kids; but in your thirties, all those things are already established, so the only thing there is to do is carry on with life. Maybe I should be ambitious and make some goals or set some new resolves for the next decade - there's always room to make myself better.
My first 30's goal was to not do any work today on my birthday; I was just going to play. Do you know how hard that is?!?!? I couldn't believe the natural tendancy I have to just pick up and make things cleaner and neater. Rhett cooked me dinner today (crab legs, YUM!) and I tried, TRIED to stay out of the kitchen and let him do all the work. But I found myself, on more than one occasion, in there picking up a spoon to stir something, or grabbing the knife to cut something. Even after dinner, I just wanted to take the dishes to the sink or put stuff away...I had to force myself to just let it be. Rhett kept getting after me, telling me to go lock myself in a room and take a bath or watch a movie or just go to bed; but it's hard to just let the boys be when they are always asking, "mom, can you do this?" "Mom, what is that?"
But it has been a good day. Thanks to all those who sent birthday wishes and thought of me today! It's friends and family like you that make birthdays that much more special, even at this old age... :) And my boys are a big part of that. I think they sang Happy Birthday to me a half a dozen times today. Rhett is really good at making sure I relax and have a day off. I couldn't have asked for anything more.
P.S. My gift from Rhett was a trip in a hot air balloon later this month!!!
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Happy Birthday! Hope you got our card.
A trip in a hot air balloon! That sounds exciting but also scares me to death. I'm still afraid of heights since Dad almost pushed me off of that cliff when he was trying to get me to stand next to you in a picture. Do you even remember that?
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