As I get older, I care less about my birthday. Case in point: when my mom asked what I wanted this year, I told her, truthfully, that I want to go to a movie. We’ll be doing that soon, but in the meantime the actual day was pretty awesome. Here are a few of the reasons why:
– My kid walked away from me, happy to play with a buddy, when I dropped him off at school. A year ago, we had an elaborate separation ritual involving angst and tears, so I am thrilled to see him so comfortable.
– I had a lap lane all to myself. For the whole time I swam.
– I saw a nun driving along in a wimple and ear buds, which made me laugh out loud.
– I got to run errands by myself while sipping on my favorite coffee drink ever and enjoying the endorphin high I’d gotten from swimming.
– My son sent me flowers. Okay, my husband sent me flowers with a message that read like it was from our kid. He’s done this every year since the Boo was born, and it’s now one of my favorite things about my birthday.
– My mom brought us cupcakes!
– The Boo crashed out super early (thanks to a skipped nap) so I got lots of relaxed time with the hubs at the end of the day. (Translation: we drank port and watched the season finale of “American Ninja Warrior” which definitely counts as quality spousal time these days.)
Mama-Come-Lately 
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