The celebration started before Kris left, with a present he and my parents conspired to produce: a Kindle. At the rate I accumulate library fines, I think it's going to save us money before long. I've got 30 of the classics lined up to go (everything from Walden to The Book of the Dead) and they are all FREE. I love it. Incidentally, Kris does too...
On the actual anniversary of my birth, I received two most excellent gifts from none other than God: a gorgeous sunrise and the flowering of our plum tree. I was made to be born in the spring.
But the joy didn't end there. No, no. Next up was an entire batch of blondies and caramel sauce, created and delivered by a good friend of mine (who drove 40 miles to drop them off). I tell ya, that is either love or an attempt to sabotage the size of my butt. Could be both, but at least I smiled as my pants got tighter...
Then Sierra came down and spent the night. We had a ball! She drove me around to every flower store and bullied me into buying a small fortune worth of English Daisies to plant in my flower beds. Then she gave me spa night, with a pedicure and back massage. Those little midget fingers are magical, I tell you, magical! Sisters are the best.
When Kris came home he surprised me with a wonderful at-home date. He found three new gourmet recipes for me to try and then bought all of the fancy ingredients and had them put away as a surprise for when I got home for work. We cooked together and results looked like this:
From the things mentioned above to the thoughtful cards, texts, emails, phone calls, etc., this birthday was a wonderful reminder of the joy in being loved by so many special people. And now here's one last picture, of me with the flowers Sierra bought and the rose my thoughtful brother sent for me to plant.
And one last pearl of wisdom. My trick for feeling great about getting older is this: I don't dress up the day before my birthday. That way when it is my birthday and I do shower and wear nice clothes, apply deodorant, do my hair and make-up, etc., I can look in the mirror and say, "Dang! I get better looking each year!"