This week, I made it to 50, as evidenced by the only “birthday card” I received on my Actual Birthday:
To be fair, I got plenty of cards before my birthday and even a couple on the day after. But on the Actual Day…nothing but AARP.
Which pretty much sums up how I feel about being 50.
My daughter says I shouldn’t sweat being 50 because now I’m in my Golden Years.
I just find it a little scary to think that I’m the same age as the Golden Girls.
But here’s my Birthday Happiness, which I count as success:
1. Everybody was home for dinner for my birthday. Big Brother came over. Middle Sister didn’t have to work. She made me a delicious lemon pound cake. Yum. I cooked dinner, because I like to cook, and yes, I did make a mess-intensive meal because the boys did the cleanup. Best. Present. Ever.
2. More cake was enjoyed last night at folk group practice. Chocolate bundt cake with vanilla glaze. Yum.
(Related: I hereby declare that if it’s your birthday cake, it has no calories.)
3. The Street Urchins sang “Happy birthday” to me and even signed a card, along with The Kid. That’s a keeper.
4. My parents are driving down to visit for the day and we’re all going out for lunch.
Once I’m all done celebrating, I’m going to go about considering what I can do to make sure that this year is, indeed, golden. For the moment, though, I’m going to savor it.