|Happy birthday to me.|
As most adults know, the magic of birthdays kind of fizzles the older you get. I guess it’s that more candles to blow out on top of the cake isn’t as fun as it used to be (how’d I get to be thirty-three?!). One redeeming thing about birthdays is that the kids and Jack make it exciting with all the pampering, surprises, and special treats.
The day started out a lot the same way. I got the fire stoked, fed the animals, packed lunches, did my chores, sent kids off to school, ran errands, took a nap, worked on some home improvements…
|Yay! A new floor vent!|
…and was happy that everyone made it home safe and sound. After dinner, we had cake and ice cream and I opened presents, which were quickly assembled…
Jack always outdoes himself when it comes to presents, too. He picked up on my not-so-subtle complaints about not being able to find decent, comfortable maternity clothes and found a few stylish outfits for me. But, that was only part of his surprise. Wrapped inside my suitcase, along with a few beach towels, while blaring The Beach Boys’ “Bermuda, Bahama, C’mon Pretty Mama…” in the background, I found the travel info for a cruise to the Bahamas for our upcoming tenth anniversary. Talk about a Happy Birthday to me!
|We’re going on a cruise!|
Jack apologized for combining a birthday, Christmas, and anniversary present but I gladly reminded him, no apology needed. This is an acceptable instance of gift combining.