Thursday, July 23, 2009
Speaking of birthdays...
Oldest: Mommy? How old will you be on your birthday?
Me: How old do you think I'll be?
Oldest: I think you'll be .. 50!
Me: Thanks, child.
I was born 27 years ago today. Hopefully (as I'm prescheduling this post) when you read this, the family and I will be on the beach enjoying lovely warm weather. The weather forecasts, however, are predicting rain. As of yet, we don't have a back-up plan. It might still be the beach in the pouring rain. Either way, I'm sure it'll be fun. An adventure!
Oldest doesn't think I have any friends though. Poor child, his idea of birthdays is a party surrounded by 15 of his best friends running around playing games with cake and balloons and toys. To me, a party sounds like the worst idea in the world, but I hope there is cake. Lots of it.
Cake, my family around me, and the sound of the waves hitting the beach. As it's fairly certain to come true, I feel OK telling you all that that's my birthday wish right there.
Happy birthday to me. I'll tell you all about it when I get back!