Still no pictures of my birthday. No worries I have ice cream to share (topped with first time freezer jam I am super proud of!)So my birthday was this past weekend. I am 27 years old ugh. It is one of those birthdays that just makes me creep closer to 30 and makes me debate whether I want to celebrate it or not.
The weekend was laid with the best intentions but nothing seemed to be going our way so by Sunday I was in a pity party mood. Ken knew this and sent me out to just spend some me time. I of course hung out at the craft store. Found some cute things and my spirits peeked just slightly. On my way home I had a conversation in my head with myself, please tell me I am not the only one who has full on conversations in their head! I digress I was having a conversation with myself basically complaining about my semi crummy weekend and then it hit me when it really came down to it I had a pretty great weekend. We had amazing food (thanks to some gift cards) some great family time, wonderful gifts and then I started to cry. Because I knew I was being silly and should be thankful that I had all that I did there are so many with so much less. No I didnt have some big huge shin dig, no I didnt party till all hours of the night, no I didnt get expensive lavish gifts but in the end that isnt me to begin with. I had birthday wishes from those I love the most, spent time with my family and by the time I got home from my few hours away I had flowers, a cake, and a card waiting for me that Leila picked out all on her own (which made me cry again, boy I am a crying fool lately!).
And nothing was better then that, bottom line.
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Do you know how we said that we are freakishly alike... that it is almost scary?
Do you know what I did this weekend?
Made freezer jam.....
SURPRISE!
Wierd...
just Wierd....
Maybe we can trade... so that we can have some different kinds...
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That's what I get for being a blog-reading slacker this summer. I totally miss your birthday by a week and now have to send belated birthday wishes. It sounds like, in the end, you had a pretty good one. And as you wonder if you should keep celebrating birthdays as you creep closer to 30, all I can say is that my life is better year by year, and I'm well into my thirties. So much silly worry seems to slip away the older you get. Keep on celebrating, I say.
Seems like you had a good time.
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