Spoiler alert:
I'm not 29.
I'm 36.
But don't tell my kids.
Or my thighs.
I really and truly spent all of last year thinking I was 36 though, until one morning in SJ's kitchen about a month ago. She - like only a real friend could - broke down the math and dealt with 1979 and 2015 in such a gosh-darn basic way and boom! 35.
While its insane to have missed out entirely on 35, its maybe the greatest birthday present ever that I get another crack at 36!
The first week of March is a big deal for lots of reasons....
Sage's birthday (post to come on that little pixie's awesome day)
my birthday
the anniversary of Evelyn's death
and the start of March (beware the ides!! Its legit. I mean it.)
A friend posted this excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit last week, which was one of Evelyn's favorite pieces - she chose it to be read at her funeral. Its precisely what I aspire to, and seems so fitting of this aging thing that - despite my best efforts - is happening to this skin I'm in.
I'm reminded that
to become takes a long time and being
real - that's what matters. My cup overflowed all week with people and sun and littles to prove just how awesome Real is.
So.
I feel a tinge embarrassed and super self-absorbed posting all about my birthday week. But I suppose that battle was lost the day I started a blog, right? So indulge me.
pics from my phone to give the highlights...
Ryan was in Ohio all week, but the kids stepped up and didn't puke or break any bones or go to the principal's office. Only one car broke down and nothing started on fire. Riv woke up before the sun every morning and got himself ready. That little man is such a little stud. All ready to go at 7 am...
Ryan had a blast in OH and loves school, which makes me so happy. And he hid this amazing card for me to find on the 8th. He knows my insides so well, and just how to fill them up!
Kara drove out from CO to play for a couple of days. She's my first cousin, and my oldest and best friend. And ever since I was 2, I've been literally twice her size. Look at that - her whole face would fit inside mine.
Henna tattoos at church. I said its my birthday and I really need it on my ankle instead of my hand and they said ok!
I ate chicken. This disgusting looking chicken. And it tasted great. What has become of me?
The Monday night girls got an icecream cake, and like true friends, put 29 candles.
When I had lasik eye surgery 15 years ago, it fixed everything but my bad night-vision. I've been doing cardio workouts on my wrinkles with all the night driving home from work. So its glasses time! Everyone in my life is happy these will be worn only in the dark, but I love them!
And, drum roll please...
sunshine!!!!!
Mother-nature got my memo. Finally. This is the best present ever!
My wrinkles begged for mercy, but no sunglasses allowed. I want every inch of sun soaking into every single inch of me.
Becoming.
I think I like it!
