I woke up today and am a year older. Yup, today is my birthday...awwww, I can hear the chorus of "Happy birthday!"s from all of you, it's making me blush. It's funny as I am 41 this year, so no big parties like last year, no huge amount of fanfare happening, which is totally fine. I believe there are two types of people: those folks that are big into birthdays and those that are not. Neither is better than the other, just what is it -- and I am in the latter category.
But my husband, my family, various friends have asked what I wanted for my special day. And the truth is, I don't want anything really. I don't NEED anything. Wait. Scratch that. I do need a nice pair of black cigarette pants to make some items in my closet work, but it's tough for anyone to get that for me as I need to try them on and all...but I'm getting off the main subject.
The day is going to be a pretty usual day: work, house stuff, mommy-ing stuff, the usual. Really, the only thing I want for my birthday is to remember this day. To be able to think about it when I'm older (well, older than I am now) and remember it. Remember the days around it, how I felt, that I picked my kiddo up from school and had a fun afternoon with her. I want to be able to think and capture that memory of listening to her reading to me in her bed, snuggling as we sing our bedtime songs, the sound of her voice as she whispers "I love you, Mama." If only we could wrap a memory up in a box forever...
What did you wish for on your last birthday?