- My wonderful husband who arranged for a babysitter and is taking me out to play games at an arcade tonight because I want to. (I know, I’m a dork – but I’m so sick of the usual dinner and a movie…)
- My adorable son Jack whose smiles, cuddles and laughter warm my heart. He’s wonderful.
- My parents who I can call at any time (like my dad at 12:30am his time last night) and who support everything I do.
- My sisters who have all wished me a happy birthday birthday (I love you guys!).
- I now have a job I love with coworkers I respect who sang “Happy Birthday” to me this morning. (I am special today!)
- The fact that I don’t have to worry about food and can go to sleep tonight under a down comforter.
- The free cold-stone “like-it” creation I ate last night and the Caribou coffee mocha I drank this morning that were FREE because it’s my birthday! (sign up on their websites to receive emails… for all the junk mail throughout the year, this is definitely worth it) – oh, the other stuff I got for free was awesome too (DQ, Noodles, Qdoba…)
I just found this post that I wrote on my birthday (February 16th) and apparently never published. Well, I want to share it now. It looks like I never quite finished it which is probably why I never published it. Oh well!
It’s my birthday today. This year’s birthday feels so much different from previous birthdays. Last year was my first birthday with Jack. My sister-friend Krysta sent me a card telling me to let Jack and Tim care for me that day. While I appreciated the sentiment, the reality was that Jack was still completely dependent on me for nourishment so I couldn’t exactly “get away” or not take care of him. And I’m pretty sure Tim had to work.
That was a hard time.
I was hopeful that this year would be more special, more selfishly devoted to me. But last night when I went to care for Jack who had a fever of 101.8 and was screaming out of pain or…. something (it’s still a guessing game, you know?), I thought, yup. Just another day. With only 5 hours of sleep. Yawn.
But really, when is it just another day? I feel when I start getting this attitude I begin to feel entitled to so much more than I am. I want to be thankful for each day and everything it brings. This is so much easier said than done, but I don’t think it’s at all off-base.
So here’s what I’m thankful for and what I love on my 28th birthday.