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Happy birthday to me!

I am now the big three-two (and consequently have a modified version of Taylor Swift’s song 22 running through my head: I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling thirty-two!). It seems like ages ago that I kissed my twenties goodbye and said hello to thirty (as a child, I was fairly sure my mom was going to die any day when she turned 30 because, to a child, it seemed so old). Happily, I’m still alive and well and have discovered that entering my thirties has not been the death of me. It’s been another year new babies, book publishing, goal accomplishing and overall learning, growth, and making wonderful memories.

Not as funny as I think I am–couldn’t get Kate to smile after she was reminded not to eat beads at the ward Christmas party.

Since my birthday fell on a Sunday this year, it was business as usual. I was up early to do my chores and shower before zooming off to a meeting at church, then back home for baths and lunch and back to church again. There were still diapers to change, messes to clean up and I shouted a time or two when the girls got into little spats over things like who actually won the styrofoam sword fights they were heavily invested in. Really, there’s no way of fairly resolving those disagreements, so I just stay out of them.

Jack ordered me a pony!!!
Though I still had responsibilities and commitments to keep, the day was a happy one. I always feel blessed when I’m able to help another in need, talk with friends and sing Christmas hymns. Most of the time, the girls are giggling, Henry is a happy, cooing baby and Jack is a sweet, adoring husband that knows how to spoil all of us. He bought me a new little treadmill (I’m only slightly disappointed it wasn’t a pony, as was my original guess) so I can run on days that I can’t make it out on the road before dark. He also made a special dinner for my special day. He smoked ribs with hickory wood and fried up homemade chips to scoop up homemade dip. Not only was the food delicious, but he served it like we were at a restaurant, taking everyone’s orders and quickly handing it out. Evelyn, however, didn’t think it was so funny when Jack tried handing out the bill and told her she could either pay or help clean up as payment. She seriously considered cracking open her piggy bank so she wouldn’t have to help wash dishes.
Washing Henry before church with Kate’s help. The horses are always fun to watch, especially when they’re snoozing.

The crowning moment of the day was the cake. Jack insisted he was going to make it, so after dinner, I relaxed on the couch after a long day. Three sticks of butter, sixteen ounces of cream cheese, six eggs (thank goodness the hens are still laying!) and a handful of chocolate chips and a scoop of Nutella later, Jack and the girls brought out a piping hot, half-baked, oozing, slightly fallen birthday cake, riddled with candles. It took me about five minutes to stop laughing to blow out the candles and not a single girl was able to finish her portion. It was that rich and decadent.

Now who’s ready for some cake???

It’s amazing how an ordinary day can also be an extraordinary day. What a happy birthday it was. Can’t wait to see what happens before the next one…

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