So, last Tuesday, February 21, I celebrated my 33rd birthday. Yup, I am 33 years old and proud. Some people would probably deny their age or be ashamed of the fact that they’re already in their 30s. However, I am not one of those. I don’t feel old yet (at least most of the time). Despite challenges in my life, I am happy that I am still alive and that God has given me another year to experience being with my family and friends.
How did I celebrate then? Well, there was no grand celebration. Since Ziggy will be celebrating his first birthday a week after mine and his party will be a few days after that, I’m taking that as my opportunity to celebrate my birthday too. However, my birthday was still special even without the grand celebration.
I actually woke up an hour late. When I woke up my kids were already on their way out the door to go to school. I thought they forgot it was my birthday because they haven’t mentioned it during the past few days but they actually greeted me a happy birthday before leaving the house. Of course, when they returned home from school, they gave me birthday cards they have made on their own. Zoe’s already 10 years old and Ziya is 9 but they still make cards for me. I’m relishing these moments because I know that in a few years time they’d be too old for things like this.
Kai, of course, prepared a wonderful dinner for me. He cooked my favorite roasted pork belly and tuna pasta. And what birthday would be complete without cake? He bought me a Red Ribbon mango cake, which is Zoe and Ziya’s favorite too.
What was most exciting for me that was that Kai surprised me with date night! Woohoo! This doesn’t happen often anymore since Ziggy doesn’t have a nanny. However that night, Kai let Ziggy stay over night at his parents place and so we had the night to ourselves. We watched the movie, The Vow, which I’ve been dying to see. I LOVED it!!!! Having date night was really, really nice although it was just for a few hours. It was a truly special night and a truly happy birthday.
Happy birthday!
I’m not ashamed of my age, either (35) – in fact, instead of lying and saying I’m younger, I’m more likely to say I’m older. I’d rather people thought I looked great for 45 than that I look terrible for 25! 😉
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