Today is my birthday. I’m 29 years old.
I’ve been watching the daffodils just outside our kitchen window for the last week or so, and I was really hoping at least one would bloom before my birthday. My wish came true, and it really made me happy. (They’re ‘Rijnveld’s Early Sensation’ daffodils from White Flower Farm. You should definitely get some bulbs cuz they really have the power to brighten up the winter.) Henry also pruned his peach trees and brought a bundle of budded branchlets into the house. With a little water and the warmth of our wood stove, they’re in full bloom now. Double happy.
While I’m not one of those people who gets really worked up about my actual birthday day, I’m kinda stoked about getting older. Maybe this is cheesy, but I feel like I’ve just started to find my place in the world in the last few years, and life just keeps getting better and better. It’s not like I was miserable in my early twenties, but I was pretty directionless, unanchored, and under confident. I haven’t “figured it all out” yet, but I truly feel like I’m moving in the right direction toward a somewhat ambiguous goal, and I’m learning tons of new skills along the way. I have an overabundance of good things in my life right now (this blog and my lovely readers included), and though it’s difficult to juggle everything at times, I wouldn’t trade it all for the world.
I try to keep my expectations relatively low for my actual birthday since the weather is usually nasty, and I’ve had a couple of really bad birthdays in the past. If I can get through the day without anything traumatic happing, that will be good enough.
The plan for today goes something like this…
Make and eat pancakes. Take a long walk. Putter around. Attempt to make this recipe (or possibly this alternative with homegrown lemons) in the barbecue with no electric mixer. Drive out to the boonies for pizza at this place. Come home. Snuggle with my kids. Perhaps catch the tail end of this radio show. Drink a cup of tea. Go to bed early.
Today went pretty much exactly as planned, miraculously enough. The pancakes were good, the walk was good, the chocolate pudding cakes came out good. The pizza at The Bread Board was incredible, quite possibly the best I’ve ever had. It was SO worth the 45 minute drive each way to get there. I’ve got the radio on, and a cup of tea by my side. The bed beckons…
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