Do you like Birthday Weekend Recaps?
Oh, good. Here goes.
I personally believe birthday days should be more like birthday months. We have a friend we met in Lincoln who lived by this philosophy. She could celebrate like nobody’s business. She even titled the prayer you pray before your birthday meal The Birthday Prayer. (That means whoever is praying tells God they are thankful that the birthday person was born.)
So I didn’t get away with birthday month, but it was birthday week! Mostly because I have such rockstar people in my life.
Monday my guys took me to Red Lobster. We always go there in September “for my birthday” and partake of Never Ending Shrimp. Nothing says I’m Glad You Were Born like unlimited shrimp scampi. My oldest loves this more than I can communicate.
Tuesday a sweet friend came for dinner and we chatted and laughed and encouraged and bragged on God. I like her.
Wednesday is small group night. My wonderful friend made me a homemade angel food cake with homemade fluffy pink frosting. That might be my favorite cake from my childhood. (I have some former teammates who know this to be true. They also busted out a made from scratch version of this overseas…along with roast beef salad, baby. Which a particular man on our team thought to be a frivolous waste of perfectly good roast. I beg to differ.) People are so good at loving others. I want to learn from them.
Isn’t she a Beaut? |
Thursday night was my last water class at night. I’m so sad because I love that group. But I will see them on Saturdays now and then. Anyway, to celebrate 5 great years of aqua skiing, we went to P.F. Chang’s for dinner. We toasted to good times and to plotting dinner while working up a sweat. (It never failed that we would talk about food at a 6:00 water class. Most of them would get off work and come straight to work out. Rarely did any of us think ahead to use a crock pot. So we would – hungrily – discuss things like Chicken Picata and Ham and Beans. Deep stuff, friends.)
Friday night something happened. Oh! A friend in Asia (!) phone Skyped me for my birthday. What? How did people get so thoughtful? Also a super encouraging friend came for a late dinner and we sat on the patio and drank decaf and plotted to take over the world.
Saturday we were tired. But my man took us to the Farmer’s Market where we experienced the gloriousness that is local wildflower honey. I recommend. Also, jalapeno jelly. Be still my heart.
Who doesn’t love clowns? My boys. Actually they’re getting better. But they can take em or leave em. |
I got to celebrate a fun couple at their shower, we did errands and cleaned. I was doing something in the back room when suddenly Caden goes, “[Your friend] is here.”
I jumped up and ran to the living room and a sweet, sweet friend from out of town had stopped by to say Happy Bday! We hugged and caught up a tiny bit.
Then we were going to go to the Chili Fest downtown but it was already over. I’m not gonna lie. I cried. Like hard. I think there might’ve been more behind those tears than a missed chili meal. But I like when cries sneak up on you like that. Anyway, then I got on Facebook and saw people – some I haven’t seen in years – wishing me a happy birthday. And I cried again. People are awesome. I’m so honored to have had so many amazing people touch my life.
Sunday = church, spontaneous taco meal with cool people, hanging with friends/neighbors who seem to just expect us to show up around 5:00 on Sundays because our boys want to play, and bedtime by 8:30. No, I am not kidding.
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I’m so grateful to a God who doesn’t just love us; He loves us lavishly. Hope you had a great weekend!