In all of my 33 birthdays, yesterday stands up with about 3-4 others that I will file away as being one of the happier, more memorable birthdays. For starters. It was 55 degrees in Chicago yesterday. If I believed in God, I would have thought he/she had something to do with the warmth and sunshine the descended upon the Great City of Chicago. I don't think I wore a coat the entire day. Do you know how rare that is for a Chicagoan with a February birthday?
Secondly, I had my husband all to myself for the entire weekend. He was kind, and generous and I don't think I felt stress for one second from Friday evening through now, Sunday afternoon.
That picture up there? That's me yesterday morning.You can't really see it, but there is a green tiara sitting atop my head. I bought the tiara at the same time I bought the red lipstick -- part of my birthday makeover. I also got a birthday haircut. (I told you I was all about makeover therapy). I had 3 inches lopped off and had bangs inserted where there used to be a swoop of dry hair. All in all, I kinda like it.
As part of the day-o-joy, I went with my mom to Target and bought what I've decided is one of the cutest trench coats in the world. I also got to go out on a real, live date with my husband. We saw "He's Just Not That Into You" and then hit Chili's for dinner.
I know, sounds like the kind of date high school sophomores go on, right? Given my husband has been consumed by writing a book for the past 6 months, actually having his full attention was like money in the bank.
Today -- the day after my birthday -- has been just as good. Not only was I able to cuddle with my husband, but I also hit a few stores and got some amazing deals ($8 for a $40 purse at Kohl's -- yeah, I bought 2).
This weekend has been -- in a word -- wonderful.
I wanted to write this blog post as evidence that I am capable of being happy and that I'm not all depression and sorrow. Between the weather, spending time with my husband and relaxing, I really can see the light at the end of the tunnel...and it's not a locomotive.
2 comments:
I'm late to the birthday bash because I was caught up in my own internet-free weekend. But, it sounds like you made the most of your birthday weekend. And so long as you were happy every step of the way, who are we to judge what makes a good celebratory weekend?!
Yep, we share the same birthday! Hope yours was a happy one :-)
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