35 years ago today I totally ruined Game 2 of the World Series for my mom. The Red Sox were playing the Reds at home. They ended up losing that game 3-2 and it's probably because my mom wasn't watching and cheering them on. She was birthing me instead. I was 2 weeks early and she was PISSED.
Today I turn 35. The day began with William crawling in to bed with us at seven zero zero and saying, "Good morning, birthday girl." as he gave me a kiss. That kid is gonna make a good husband someday. Then Chris said, "William, lets go into the livingroom and give mommy more time to sleep." William said, "No, I want to snuggle with mommy and talk about her birthday." Can you imagine if your husband said that? *If your husband does, you're incredibly lucky* Chris is so grateful for William for many reasons but one of them is for just that - he fulfills my conversational needs.
We had cake for breakfast, per tradition, and then the big kids were off to school. Lauren napped, and I did absolutely nothing. Chris got home from teaching and the three of us went to lunch and new refrigerator shopping. The day doesn't hold anything else all that exciting but it's been really great, I need nothing more.
The day, in just a few pics:
A tree outside the kids' school. First sign of Fall around here. So pretty.