I woke up on this, the morning of my 29th birthday (which I am celebrating for the second year in a row) to see my husband carrying my adorable son into my bedroom. Nathan was holding a big purple card and reached right out to hand it to me. It was a card from Nathan about how I was the coolest mom around. How could that not make me smile?
It is a dreary rainy day on which I don't plan on leaving the house. My usual babysitter is on vacation so I have to try to get the piles of work on my desk done while keeping the busy toddler happy. Today is a sweatpants and no makeup day. Not at all how I would have liked to spend such a momentous occasion. We probably won't even go out to dinner because I have a yoga class at 7 with a new instructor I would like to meet. I could skip it if I had adequate motivation, but alas, I do not. My best friend blew off spending the holiday (and our celebratory drinks) at home, instead opting to stay at school with her new boyfriend and study. My mom is super busy planning a huge Thanksgiving dinner. Nobody else except my husband even knows what today is.
Except my old boss. Last year this time was our first day in court in the trial of the century (well, for me anyway). My former boss and close friend was sitting in the front row behind the plantiff's table and I was sitting in the front behind the defendant's table. I glanced over and he smiled and mouthed the words "Happy Birthday" to me. I gave him a puzzled look and smiled back. Later in the hall he whispered to me "it is today isn't it?" and I nodded. Crazy.
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Update: I just noticed that my profile now says I'm 30. ACK! I think I made need to start lying about the year I was born. I can't possibly be 30. That sounds so grown up. I wish my 30th was as good as Mighty Girl's.
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