My Wonderful Day

Well, I really wasn't sure that I would blog about my birthday....for a few reasons.

1) I have so many other things to catch up on from the last few weeks!
2) I don't really feel like an entire blog should be all about me.
3) I hate it when others feel bad for "forgetting" or "not knowing" about your bday, and when I announce it on the blog, it might cause others to have guilty feelings or appear that I'm looking for birthday wishes from everyone who reads.
4) I really don't like making a big deal out of my b-day....never have.
5) I've always wanted to "stay under the radar" about how old I am.

So, let me explain those last two reasons. I've decided this will be my "coming out" blog. I'm a recovering birthday-hider and I admit it. I have always been one to two years younger than all of my classmates and have had years and years of people saying "Oh my gosh, I had no idea you were only ___ years old!" or "You are such a baby! I can't believe that!" or even "How in the world are you that young?!" Now, someday when I'm 65, these might all be comments I will appreciate and look forward to hearing. But, for the last thirty years (okay maybe only 25 years), I have HATED that reaction. I have avoided "age" conversations like the plague and tried my hardest for years to have people think I was older. So, the result has been that I've lived my life wanting to be older than I am. And, I can't say that turning 30 has changed that for me. It still feels like I'm the baby of the group, since many, if not all, of my friends are older. And, I still get the same reaction as I did when I was twelve. So, I'm sure that won't change anytime soon either.

But, I'm promising myself (and my friends who think it's silly!) that I won't be an age-hider anymore. And, that I will now embrace my age and enjoy it (that was for you, Cass.) Most of you probably never knew my age because I just let people assume what they want and never say a number. Or, I have a horrible habit of "rounding up" to the next year shortly after my birthday passes. Ha ha. I know, I know, it's crazy. Those of you who have never been "the youngest" one will not understand this one bit.

But, there's the explanation for the comments on my last blog from my dear friends and sisters. :) They've known of my crazy b-day struggle for years, and were doing their best at getting me to admit it.

Now, on to my wonderful day! I had begged Mark not to make any big deal out of my bday (for obvious reasons) and he did the perfect job of making it a big deal for our family----but not for others via an awful surprise party that would embarrass me.

My day started with late sleeping and breakfast in bed better than any IHOP spread I could have ordered! Then, Kendyll presented me with "My Schedule for the Day". This was precious to me because she knows and appreciates my desire for a schedule. She loves her own schedules, and has already been begging for her new summer schedule to follow for our days at home. So, this was my schedule (written in her precious handwriting with her own spelling):

Mommy's Day

8 am Brekfist
9 am Camputer Time
10 am Musog (massage), which was then changed to Facial.
1 pm Mall
2 pm Mackup Done (makeup done)
3 pm Reading Time
11 am Free Time (that one was out of order!)

I was told that I had the entire day alone while Mark kept the kids. I had appointments for a facial and then Bobbi Brown makeover (my only bday request this year!) at Nordstrom, along with money to shop and a Barnes and Noble trip for new books. Then, I had free time and could come home whenever I wanted. They even had bought my favorite candy to load up my purse for my day! I got myself ready to go, and enjoyed such a wonderful day of doing nothing but relaxing and shopping. I had a girly lunch all by myself and got AWESOME new makeup, along with the best facial I have EVER had.

When I got home for dinner, the house was clean, the laundry was done (that was a HUGE task, too!), and Mark had started grilling steaks and getting dinner ready. We had an awesome dinner, and I got more surprises....sweet cards, homemade pictures and paintings, my birthday cake made by my sweet kiddos, and my favorite popcorn for movie watching time! We watched American Idol instead, at my request and then I put the kids to bed. Mark and I had a wonderful evening together sans kids after that, and I told him it was the perfect birthday for me. He knows me so well and takes such good care of me....and took care of three girls all day while cleaning house and cooking! I am so incredibly lucky.

Thank you, Mark, for a great day. And, thank you to my sweet friends and family for all of my birthday wishes. And, blog-reading friends, now you know...when I see you next time, don't you dare say "I can't believe you're that young!" or I might walk away. :)