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First, it was beautiful outside—just like I remember from all my birthdays as a kid. Finally, we enjoyed a spring day.
It started with coffee and reading (I am just finishing Girl on the Train and wow…what a great book!) the kiddos slept in a bit until it was time to head out to cheer Jeff on at the Mini Marathon. We first ducked in to Long’s donuts so the boys could get a treat to enjoy while we watched for Jeff and heckled and supported other runners (some we knew…some we didn’t).
Unlike cyclo-cross, heckling doesn’t seem to be as welcomed when people are in mile 11 of 13.1. I mean, we didn’t say anything mean, but I would sort of tease some people that they were not even trying, or sweating, or whatever. Some found it funny, smiled and picked up the pace. Others simply ignored me. I think I need to work harder to successfully integrate the heckling ways of cyclo-cross into marathons. It sure does make it a lot more fun to watch.
Once we got home, I enjoyed a lovely 4 mile run myself on a beautiful spring day. It was blue sky and birds singing all the way. I ran a kiddo to soccer and just missed my BFF dropping off these lovely flowers. They completely matched the joy I was feeling on that special day.
Then, more reading only instead of with a cup of coffee on the couch, it was under the blossoming crab apple tree while the kids kept busy playing outside.
We took a nice trip to the bookstore where Andy desperately wanted to pick out a book for me. He randomly selected something from the shelf and when I read the inside flap, I had to gently break it to him that it wasn’t going to be one I would read. I picked up a few books and we headed to dinner as a family. We even got to sit outside because it was my BIRTHDAY! My husband does not like to eat outside—ever, so this was a wonderful treat.
Finally, home for a huge slice of Dairy Queen cake. I love the fluffy icing (whatever it is) so I requested a cake that had lots of extra icing. My husband found the perfect one! He asked if they could write “Happy Birthday” on it like they usually do; the answer was a flat out no. He settled for this:
And, two of my kids made me these cards.
The above card from Andy (those are speakers…not boobs, he was sure to tell me) with me celebrating to my birthday anthem (Katy Perry’s Birthday). the below one from Sam, since he knows how much I love cats.
Honestly, every year it is kind of fun to celebrate the one thing it’s easiest to overlook: YOU! Thanks to all of those that helped make it wonderful, including all of my text messages, voicemails, cards and Facebook messages! A perfect birthday.