So today was my 47th birthday. Mountain Mama and Papa Joe called me from Germany. It's become a bit of a tradition. They've been in Germany on my birthday for about the last five years. The calls are always short but sweet.
Soda Chicky made me a chocolate chip birthday cookie. It was covered in gooey frosting and totally dear of her. The Bug Man went to bowl with the team tonight so the Chick and I ordered take out Chinese since neither of us wanted to celebrate my birthday by cooking. She and her father gave me a really nice gift- a certificate for multiple spa treatments. I hardly know what to do. Massage? Pedicure? Facial? And I feel no need to share the wealth with the Chick. Mine! Mine! Mine!
The sisters called as did Adventure Girl, the mom-in-law, and sister-in-law. It was a quiet kind of birthday. Went to work. Came home. And really, that was good. I was told I didn't look my age. And that was nice, although I'm not sure what 47 is supposed to look like.
As a kid I always wanted a certain amount of fuss. Not so much as to make my introverted self feel embarrassed, but enough to make me feel special. The nice thing about adulthood is that it doesn't take much to feel special. A cookie with a half can of frosting, a musical card from the hubby and more than my fair share of phone calls. 47 ain't bad at all, at all!