This year, I had three requests for my birthday: 1) That I would get an afternoon with my daughter at the salon, 2) That I didn't have to plan for or make dinner, and 3) That someone else would do the dishes. So, on the day of my 39th birthday, Cara and I baked a cake in the morning and went to the salon to have our hair done that afternoon. My husband made tacos for dinner and I didn't have to do the dishes. It was a birthday just the way I like 'em....low-key and relaxing.
|White box cake (my favorite) decorated by Cara.|
|Connor showing off my upside down birthday gift.|
It says "Welcome" in binary. It's okay to be jealous.
Even though we are very reserved for our own birthdays, Cara has always been concerned with making sure that she recognized her father's and my birthdays. She always has a hand-made present for us and she has made sure that her brother has shared in this generous spirit, often reminding him a week or two in advance of the upcoming event. They both work very hard, in secret, to come up with such wonderful presents for us.
|My birthday gift from Cara (complete with origami frame).|
|Connor worked on this at school. He told his teacher, very animatedly, that it was for my birthday.|
And this year's birthday, my first day of the last year of my thirties (a fact that I am not taking very well), my son's first words to me that morning were, "So, when your eggs get rotten......"