You guys, I had the best birthday! It was really and truly unexpected. I had no issues turning 40, 41, 42, or 43. But there was something about 44 that was hard. It seems like the middle'est of middle ages, more so than even 45 or 50. I'm not vain about my age because I don't feel 44. But what's it supposed to feel like? What if I do feel 44? Egads.
Check out my birthday loot! Gorgeous roses & a pink strawberry cake from the lab, and cupcakes with a rainbow Swiss meringue buttercream, homemade by my friend Stacey. The lab kids put a 0 candle on the cake because "We thought you needed a re-set." #TrueStory
I've had a difficult year. One of my parents was hospitalized in March (all is well, thank you for asking), a cousin who mattered a lot to me died in March (March really stunk), and I've had some other not-so-important-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things worries (but worries nevertheless). I think too much about my singledom and whether or not I'll ever find a man worthy of my attention (don't get your hackles up - I'm not a snob. But I do have standards that will not be compromised). I really ache for a relationship, and it's not something I can buy at Amazon. Sometimes, I feel like I've missed the boat - the Love Boat, in particular. Captain Stubbing and Issac the Bartender are enjoying the high seas while I have been left on shore, waving goodbye to the boat. "Goodbye, Boat." I felt this acutely as my birthday loomed on the horizon.
But on my birthday, I was lavished with love! So. Much. Love. Made me take stock of all I have and how I need to revel in it. "It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you've got." That's from Sheryl Crow's "Soak Up The Sun", a lyric I've always loved. And I want everything I've got! I've got great stuff! Dear friends, loving family, a great job, two snuggly-buggly kitty cats, and a super-cute home to boot. I gave myself a good talking and cheered right up!
Social media is a blessing and a curse, but one of the best things about Facebook is birthdays. I had so many messages from far-flung friends and ones who are closer. It only took them a moment to post "Happy Birthday" on my wall, but it meant everything to me. Nearly 100 people posted on my wall wishing me a happy one and my pals at work brought cupcakes and presents. I'm Facebook friends with several co-workers (I know, it's a no-no, but I like everyone so I accept all friend requests). Since FB announced that it was my birthday, several co-workers wished me a happy day in person. I felt like a queen for a day!
My parents came to visit the weekend before my b'day and we had lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, Cafe Provence. It's owned by a French family and is, as far as I can tell, the closest one can get to Paris without leaving Kansas City. This makes sense, though, since KC is called "The Paris of the Plains" (true story, come visit!). After lunch, we stopped in The French Market, which is owned by the same family, and that evening, Mom taught me how to make her Chicken Cordon Bleu with Dad's tarragon cream sauce. The theme of the day was "Bon Anniversaire, Mon Cherie!" C'est magnifique!
A charming pink carnation and regal purple statice make an elegant tablescape at
Here's to the middle-est of middle ages. Come here, Forty Four! I'm ready to tango!