Today is my 38th birthday. I have no recipes for you, although I do have what promises to be a decadent dessert in the offing, and which I hope to share in a few days. But I didn’t want to let the day pass by without acknowledging my birthday on my blog. It’s going to be a quiet one. I will see the older kids off to school and the baby and I will have lunch with a friend. We won’t really celebrate until tomorrow evening, since my husband has to attend a work function tonight. Funny how little that matters the older you get. A quiet day with little fuss is the best sort of birthday I could ask for.
If you recognized the title of this post, chances are you are one of my fellow Canadians. If you didn’t, well it’s a line from a song by the Tragically Hip, the quintessential Canadian band. I was quite the Hip follower back in the day. I saw them a number of times in concert, including once in Arizona at a small club where the whole crowd was Canadian and I could practically touch Gordon Downey (the lead singer) on stage. I don’t go to many concerts these days. Scratch that…I don’t go to ANY concerts these days. What little time I have away from my kids, I’d much rather spend talking to whomever I am with. I am almost middle aged. And I am okay with that. I’m still having fun, it’s simply that my definition of fun has changed.
So today I will have fun. I will treat myself to a Starbucks coffee and have a quiet lunch with a friend, baby in tow. I will put my kids to bed a little early (they can’t tell time yet!), and read a book or watch some TV. Tomorrow, I will bake my own birthday cake for our little family celebration, and open a few small presents. We will go out to dinner simply so I don’t have to clean up. This might not be everyone’s idea of a good time, but it is mine. At least now that I am 38 years old.