Birthdays are usually a big deal for me. I get all worked up and the disappointed and I never really end up enjoying them. It’s weird, but that’s OK because I am. Yesterday was different though. Who knows why? Maybe I am growing up? I actually forgot it was my Birthday until Daisy stumbled in and yelled out “Happy Birthday Mum!”. I have never forgotten my Birthday. Not once. Well, OK, maybe when I was 2 or 3 but definitely not since then. It was a lovely surprise.
I had a quiet morning at home with Harper, some washing in the glorious winter sunshine, a few chores here and there in between taking lots of lovely calls from friends and family. My husband’s present for me was that he did the weekly supermarket shop (what more could a gal ask for?). We then headed up to the pub for lunch to sit in the sun. Rob and I just sat, and ate and had a few drinks while Harper played in the garden.
I bought a bunch of $3 daffs and whacked them into a jug. Dead set is there a happier flower than the daff? Throw in some late afternoon sunshine and I am done. Happy.
There were lots of cards and words for me.
And as the last rays of sunshine poured into the house and the fire was lit my awesome husband made home made pizzas for the girls while we waited for Grandma.
I got this beautiful pig statue from my Mother in law. It’s meant for the garden but he’s way too pretty for that. He will be staying indoors thankyouverymuch.
Visitors arrived and home made cakes were quickly iced, candles and flowers shoved here and there and a song sung with the girls before bed.
Then it was time for some champagne, some time to chat and catch up, and for some more home made pizzas in front of the fire. Perfect.
It was a wonderfully relaxed day. Simple delights and time spent with people that I love. I hope I can hold onto this new Birthday Beth for many years to come…