Had a birthday on Tuesday. 34 years old. Growing up, I always thought 30 would be the official “I’m getting old” milestone. I think Abuelo was right, age is really not important, it’s how old we feel. Most days I still feel 23!
Birthdays were a big deal in my family growing up. We had parties, and by that I mean more than just cake and ice cream. I remember inviting the neighbors, adults and kids, and having music, food, cake, lots of dancing. The first time I went to a birthday party here I was quite disappointed, no music, no adults. Quite an adjustment. We still try to keep the tradition alive, it’s not a party unless there is dancing. So when we get together to celebrate, there has to be dancing and lots of food.
But since my birthday was during the week, I didn’t have a party. I told the kids I’d get a cake this weekend so they could have some cake. My husband gave me a pretty ring with 3 hearts on it, one for each of the kids.
I need to take the kids to get passport pictures so we can send their applications. I need to get those in quickly before people start planning their summer vacations. Otherwise, they’ll get backed up like they did last year.
I haven’t been blogging much because I really don’t have much to say. I’m going to be at the MM meeting Saturday morning with my brother in law, who wants to do MM this year. I really hope he decides to do it. As much as I miss everyone, I have other plans for this year and I don’t want to sign up unless I can properly train for it. So 2009 it is.
