I know.
I, too, feel, as though Ive yammered about my birthday coming! soon! for the past 364 days.
Ive prattled on and on and on & it’s finally here.
And, after all that, Ive decided to spend today pretty much in the same fashion as I spend every other.
Ala the notion of happiness not being having everything you want—but wanting everything you have.
I shall spend time hanging out with this one (& marveling it’s been close to 3 years since I had this caricature made for her):
Last I heard she was gunning for us to spend the morning making gluten-free cake pops (like these from last year):
Im hoping, as in years past, she’ll demand to be my doppleganger:
As I know the years of her requesting that are waning:
(Im not sure I have any idea where my headband is. We may need to birthday-gift ourselves new ones.)
I plan to follow her lead and let her show me how she thinks birthdays should be celebrated.
I imagine when given free reign over my day she’ll be just like her I LOVE MY ROUTINE! Mama & pick some time with this:
And with these lovely yoga-loving folks:
Perhaps she’ll pick to spend some time here:
I *hope* she’ll choose some QUALITY time with these:
Perhaps we’ll hang with him**, too:
And afterward Im hoping for some good old fashioned beanbag/snacks/movie time:
Im hoping for a day spent discovering (her) & reminding (me) we are happy because we want what we have.
And that life—and birthdays—is (are) as simple as that.
*Ive closed the comments today as this post is 100% my forcing you to peer inside my birthday-brain. No need to wish me a happy ANYTHING as *my* wish is you take the 30 seconds or a minute you’d spend on a comment & and share them with a loved one in YOUR life!
**The husband.