Last Thursday, September 25th, was my birthday (I was so preoccupied -- OK, obsessed -- with the stupidity of Sarah Palin last week that I completely forgot about my birthday post)! As anyone who knows me will attest, my birthday isn’t something I typically like to cop out to. I prefer to fly under the radar. This year however, was so much fun to celebrate, that I completely forgot about birthday phobia. By the time I"m a 99, I'm sure this won't be an issue!
This year, I thought I made a mistake by telling a friend at work the date of my birthday. She had asked me the date and I changed the subject – several times -- and I could tell she was disappointed. Since I know the date of her birthday (June 25th!), I felt it only fair to share mine. Next thing I knew it I had a meeting invite for lunch -- for a party of 4. We had SO MUCH FUN and laughed so hard (until our cheeks hurt), that I had completely forgot that I don't like to celebrate my birthday. Of course the ultra rich chocolate cake from La Patisserie bakery was just the icing on the cake (pun intended). I would have taken a photo of the cake, but it didn’t last very long. Not only did I get to eat the chocolate heart (which I did share with Courtney and Doña) but I also had a nice, robust chunk of the cake. Between the sugar from the cake and the wine at lunch, I was certainly in rare form in which to conquer any afternoon meetings (you want this WHEN?).
That night I came home to a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my family.
Bill and I dined at one of my favorite restaurants, Shadowbrook, in Capitola.
Webster bought me an iTunes gift certificate (or so he says), which in my book is reason enough to celebrate.
But the thing that I really love most about my birthday is sending my mom flowers (pictured below) to acknowledge her efforts in the birthday bliss. It’s great to celebrate Mother’s Day, and I know my mom always appreciates the gifts or cards she’s given on that day. But my birth is very important to my mom, and I suspect she thinks about it more than I do. I am not a mother, but if I were, I know I would think about the day that I was blessed in having the opportunity to bring a child into the world. All the efforts on that day at 11:19 am when I made my long awaited appearance, were her doing, not mine. So I'm convinced that her efforts are really the efforts worth celebrating. While Mother’s day, indeed, is important, it means more to me to celebrate my birth day by acknowledging my mom, so, mom, here’s to you!