You know when you're half way between being asleep and waking up and you're mind starts to think of random things? This morning, while I was in this transitional limbo space I thought about when I was I don't remember how old and I wrote a little essay about something that I can't really remember what. But in this essay, I do remember that I wrote that I wanted to live to be 200 years old.
Then I woke up today and I was 24. A couple feedings and a little sleep later I woke up again, but this time to delicious breakfast in bed, a "happy birthday" balloon and a lovely gift - obrigada Saly! Then Thomas joined me, helped me finish off my breakfast and then took off with my ballon, I love my little guy. Johan gave me his gift and then the calls started.
What I love most about having birthdays is being thought of and remembered. I love receiving cards and calls and messages on facebook/orkut. I love feeling loved and feeling special. Thank you everyone for remembering!
(why are waitresses picture-taking-challenged?!)
Thomas was being wild as usual (can you find him in the picture?!), the girls behaved super well and we all laughed a whole lot, ate way too much bread, bloomin' onions and aussie cheese fries and whatever else it was that we ordered.
And to top it all off, a big scoop of ice cream along with an awesome license to eat cake (the ice-cream doesn't count because it's not cake....). Jenny and I are part of the Birthday Card Club, we're the only members though. So at our birthdays we always give each other a card. I really like being part of the birthday card club. :o)
Either way... right now, I feel accomplished and I feel like a conquerer. I still have lots and lots more ahead of me - I know- and am extremely excited to what life has in store for us. But looking back at all that I have done in these 24 years of mine, I feel they were well spent, well lived and well used.
So here's to 24 more. Or, if all goes according to plan, here's to 176 more!