That would be until I turn 40. Of course, one of my brothers thought that I was turning 39 this year, which is curious, because our ages are stair-stepped. I asked him, “You’re turning 36 this year, right? That means I’m only 38!”
Only 38. Sigh. This is the age that I can’t even PRETEND to be in my mid-30’s anymore.
Oh, well. No reason to wallow in melancholy. I’ll save that for when I turn 39. Or 40. Or maybe 70. Wallowing is such a waste of time.
In any case, I had a lovely birthday. It was sort of non-starter, as I was serving in children’s ministry that morning, and then we had a couple from church over for lunch. I spent the afternoon preparing baby food for Jeremy (maybe I’ll post an update about that soon) and trying to ignore that my quads were in AGONY from the race the day before.
By late afternoon, Jeff decided that we should at least do something special for my birthday, so he put a bottle of real French champagne (one we brought back with us) in the freezer and went to the store for about 10 different appetizers.
So, that evening, we enjoyed a gut-busting, but very delicious meal of fried green beans, pizza rolls, mozzarella sticks, mini Philly cheese steaks, and about six other things. Our nod to healthful was some homemade guacamole. I realize that it’s not really healthful, but it surely had to be better than most of the stuff we were eating!
After supper, I opened gifts. As I’m hoping to to train for a marathon this summer, Jeff and the kids outfitted me with some new summer running gear, namely a visor…
…a new shirt…
…a new pair of shorts…
…and some new socks.
As we jump from freezing temperatures to hot ones, I should be well prepared!
We spent the rest of the evening sitting outside and enjoying our new fire pit.
On Monday evening, we had the blowing-the-candles-out part of my birthday. We were all feeling a little sick from too many appetizers the night before, but Monday was better! The people that we had invited over for lunch on Sunday had brought an apple pie, which we never ate. So, that became my birthday “cake.”
And that puts number 39 in the books. And, as I told the kids this morning, “May the Fourth be with you” and “Cinco de Mayo” are also in the books, and May is steadily marching on. Today was the last co-op for the year, and we should be done with school in the next few weeks…whew! Where does the time go?
Have a good one!
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