I'm 35 today and to say that I'm having a bit of trouble with that is probably an understatement. Not so much the being 35 part, no crisis due to age thing going on. Just.... 35. It seems so old yet so young at the same time. I know that 35 isn't old but some days it feels that way.
I was thinking today how Nick is going to be 17 on his birthday in January. I don't feel old enough to have a son who is almost a grown man. And then there's Elizabeth who just celebrated her 9th birthday earlier this month. Chris will be 34 in 10 days. Time just marches on.
He took the day off but didn't go hunting. He didn't even mention it. I think we were both thinking a bit of what happened to him on my birthday 2 years ago when the world spun upside down & inside out for us both. Goodness, how things have changed in that 2 years.
He took me to lunch at Mi Casita. He told them it was my birthday so they put the giant sombrero on my head and sang the happy birthday song. When we got ready to leave it was pouring rain so we went to the outlet store that is in the same shopping center and walked around looking until the rain let up. And then we drove to Lillington for him to buy some tracking string and then we came home where we have watched it rain and ate homemade pizza and watched random things on tv.
My older sister called me this morning. She was the first person to call which surprised me because usually my mother calls at 6am on the dot. She said she waited this year because she was unsure of my work schedule and didn't want to wake me up. Anyways my older sister, with whom I haven't spoken in person or on the phone in over 10 years, called and we talked for a few minutes. I was pleasantly surprised.
It really has been the best kind of day. It wasn't fancy but it was sweet and relaxed and I am content today. Can't really ask for much more than that.