I may have forgotten to mention that I had another birthday last week. When you're silly enough to give birth to one of your children on your special day, it kind of takes a back seat. Well, that's not quite true: Bike Boy and my mini-men always make sure that a fuss is made, bless them. But this year, because it was The Middle Child's twenty-first birthday, my turning fifty-three was just not that big a deal.
Anyhoo, I got through the day and Bike Boy and I spontaneously decided to go out for dinner to a local Indian restaurant, even though we had a "proper" celebration planned on Friday night with friends. It turned out to be a good day. :)
|....and more birthday flowers|
Mainly, though, I'm always grateful to be seeing another year out. I've lost a couple of dear friends along life's rocky road and I'm pretty sure that both would be ecstatic if they could only celebrate another year with their loved ones.
|...and yet MORE birthday flowers!|
|Indian birthday feast - looks terrible, tastes amazing.|
If you're a habitual birthday griper, look at it this way: You're going to get older and bitching and moaning never makes anything better. So how about on your next birthday, you decide to change your attitude? I promise you'll be a lot happier.
|My favourite part of the world - right here :)|
|And: I'm grateful for gorgeous shoes at bargain prices|
How about you? Do you greet your birthday with enthusiasm, or hide under the covers and hope it won't find you?