Twenty-nine and feeling fine.

There comes a time when you are old enough and mature enough to NOT care what happens on your birthday.. and I believe I have finally reached that point in my life. Who ever thought I would grow up?

Yesterday was a good, ordinary day. Zack crawled in bed with me at 5 am because he had a "-cary dream". We had cereal for breakfast and went on a long bike ride. The boys fought over who got to kill the cricket in the bathroom. The legos were spread over my entire house. I did a few loads of laundry-- mainly because Z had the runs and kept having accidents throughout the day. He was lucky enough to be thrown in the shower several times (and was thrilled about it.) We met Aaron for lunch at Costco.. because there is nothing that says "Happy Birthday" better than a greasy piece of cheese pizza and a 50 cent fountain drink. We went to Target. We took a nap. And when Aaron got home from work, we all headed to the park.


The original plan was to go on a hike like we did for my birthday last year, but at the bottom of the mountain, where the hike begins, there was a panicked mom looking for her lost 5 year old. We split up-- searching the parking lot, vast field and playground for little Malachi. By the time he was found (and after we all watched him get a good scolding) it was too dark at the park to head up the mountain. So Aaron and I watched the kids throw sand at each other and squeal down the slide. Just before we headed home, someone (I think it was me, but I could be just trying to take the credit away from Aaron) suggested that our family run through the waterpark area. It was dark and getting cold, but after Aaron ran through, the kids couldn't resist. I am sure there were people pointing at us (because WHAT parents would allow their kids to get sopping wet, let alone join them?) but we didn't care. It was a good time and Aaron even posed for a family picture... but just because it was my birthday.


We drove home drenched, changed into our pj's, and threw together a late dinner consisting of turkey sandwiches and Doritos. While we were eating, I pulled out a few gifts I had bought for the kids.. I wanted to give them something on my birthday and they didn't object. They each got a spiral notebook (it's amazing how excited kids can get over blank paper), a package of m&m's and a Star Wars card game. We went to bed at 9:30 pm without any cake, candles or fireworks... I couldn't have been more pleased with how the day turned out. None of my gifts were wrapped this year, but the truth is-- the most important things in life aren't THINGS.