Birthday

Today was my 31st birthday. I feel like I'm talking about someone else when I say thirty-one. In my head I know it's not old, I just can't get over the fact that 31 sounds so middle aged. When Nate and I were first married we hung out with some other parents of young kids from our church. A lot of them were significantly older than us. Like a decade older than us. We were invited to one particular lady's surprise 30th birthday party. I remember thinking, "She is so middle aged."

Now that I have passed that number, it doesn't seem middle aged anymore. But it sure sounds middle aged when I say it about myself. I'm still nineteen right? Nineteen with 7 kids? Hmmm, something isn't quite right about that.


Despite the numbers, I love my birthday. We started celebrating on Sunday with a party at my parents' house. I didn't get to blow my candles out. While I was inhaling in preparation, two little boys on either side of me were exhaling, stealing all the glory.



This morning the kids and I started the day off with some crazy-awesome dancing to a little Family Force 5 in the kitchen while eating a breakfast of chocolate chip bars. From there on it was nothing but food. Nate took me out for lunch with no kids and then supper too. I know you won't believe me but by the end of the meal I was so full that I didn't even order dessert. Let me repeat that. I DIDN'T ORDER DESSERT. We were even at one of those restaurants where if they find out it's your birthday they sing and carry on and embarrass you and then give you free dessert. What was I thinking? I should have at least taken it to go. Then I could eat it for post birthday breakfast tomorrow morning.

Again, what was I thinking?

Now I've got birthday regret.