Today I turned 33. It was a great day to look around and take stock of where I am in the world. Not too shabby by my estimation. Most of the time my birthday seems superfluous to me...and has since I was a child, but this year just feels different. I received phone calls from so many people that I treasure in my life. It always shocks me when people remember my birthday. I guess for some people its just a matter of propriety...but it really does seem like so much more. It just leaves me basking in the afterglow of feeling loved by so many people. Top that off with a lovely candlelight dinner with my husband the night before and lovely handmade cards from my children. What else could a mama ask for?? ooooh, I know...the offer of even another date with my husband next week from my inlaws!!! or howzabout a skirt that I would never splurge for, but is to die for from my mother? and this incredible fabric that i have been drooling over for weeks OR a very sweet gift from the heart from my brother? See? I told you! What else could a mama want? I have just been snugglin' on my kids all day. and THAT feels good.
So this other pretty surreal thing happened last night too. M and I went to my favorite restaurant, The Clay Pit which is in Austin. We only go once a year or so. Its a little pricey for us and I guess that keeps it kind of special anyway. They have a small old wine cellar downstairs that has about 6 tables. It is candlelit and quiet and romantic. Wait...I have to backtrack a little here...When M got home from work he gave me my birthday present which was this awesome CD by this band I am really into right now called Kings of Convenience. We already have the one from 2004 (which I love) and so he gave me the one from 2001. NOT an uberpopular band...and not a current or hot CD. I love them though and put it in the player immediately for the trip to Austin from Blanco. After we drop the kids off with my mama and some friends we get back in the car and turn the CD up loud for the trip downtown. So we get to the restaurant and check in with the host. They seat us immediately (which NEVER happens at this place on a Saturday night). We sit down at our quiet romantic table and look at each other and take each others hands. Then M says "Hey, that's the song we were listening to in the car!" That was the weirdest thing. I mean weird. Not just that it was the same (semi-obscure) band, or that it was an out of date CD....IT WAS THE SAME FLIPPIN' SONG. SO. I have decided to chalk it up to the supernatural. At this point I'm thinking it was just Big Papa saying Happy Birthday. You may think I'm crazy...but dammit, I miss him. so that's my story...and I'm stickin' to it.
Thanks for the love ya'll.
