Remember when birthdays were so exciting, when it was so great to be the next year older? Not so much anymore. Although, I use this calories-burned calculator, and now, just because I'm one year older, it says I burned almost one whole extra calorie in my workout today!
My children surprised me today, because, unprompted, they both told me happy birthday first thing, and they had gifts and cards for me. My daughter embroidered a beautiful heart for me. The felt is actually a rich purple, but purples always come out blue on my camera. This little heart makes me so happy. Her stitching is getting so nice.
My son made a card, and this was on the back:
He gets his sense of humor from his father. In case you can't read his writing, it says "since you are getting so old, we reserved a spot for you at the nursing home!" Scary thing to think that actually will be his job some day. I won't think about that now.
My daughter made me this itty bitty card. She wrapped it in 5 sheets of paper, put it in a box, put the box in a gift bag, and put the gift bag in a shoe box. She got a huge kick watching me have to unwrap all those layers to get to my teeny card. (I think she's the only one who got my age right today.)
Two friends took me out to lunch, which seemed very celebratory. The restaurant had a birthday special: a free banana-nutella crepe, complete with ice cream and whipped cream, for the birthday person. It was huge, more than enough for 3 people, and oh so delicious.