I really wasn't expecting much excitement on my birthday. You see, my parents came for the weekend to help celebrate and they took us out to eat Friday evening. I chose a restaurant we had never gone to before -simply because I wanted to sample the beef that stares at me when I take my walks back Quiet Lane. (They advertise "Farm to Table Dining -only locally raised beef"... which happens to roam the pasture behind our house!) I must say it was the best steak I've had in a long time! Thanks, Dad.
Saturday was our annual school benefit auction. Putting me at the cashier's table is like handing out Smarties after church- 'giving candy to a baby' and all that. Thanks, Kaufman Auctions.
This year each of the school's classrooms assembled a gift basket which was auctioned off. And R, being the awesome man he is, purchased the "Spoiling Mom" basket for my birthday gift.
[foot spa, slippers, assorted soaps & lotions, candle, chocolates, journal]
Not to worry- I purchased the grilling basket for his belated birthday gift.
On Sunday, my parents, along with JS's girlfriend and her family, joined us for a lunch of [John F Martin] smoked turkey and my long-time favorite, Dairy Queen ice cream cake. Thanks, Lynn, for carving.
I felt celebrated and expected Monday to be my normal office day.
But first there was breakfast in bed by A.-
[Nutella stuffed French toast & tea]
That's not all. She set aside her homework after school to make yummy chicken enchiladas and Rach cakes for me.
JS and girlfriend brought me flowers & a big box of chocolates. Melt me.
JR came home from his first day of a new job and sought me out to tell me all about it. Maybe it's just me, but I love when my children come looking for me when they get home and tell me about their day.
And at the end of the day, A. set up a relaxing spa in the living room and gave me the royal treatment. Feet as soft as a baby's bottom and all that.
And throughout the day there were many texts and FB messages wishing me many happy returns of the day. Does it get any better than this? Excuse me while I wallow in being middle aged.
