May 6, 2009
Cinco de Me Oh
John threw me a birthday bash over the weekend. Yes, I said birthday. I usually look forward to birthdays, but not this year. I have officially entered into my "late twenties" and there is nothing I can do about it. Last night I watched the clock change over to May 6th and then looked in the mirror only to find forehead wrinkles and crows feet. I didn't know that transitioning into my "elderly years" happened so immediately. I want my 27 year old face back! and I want it NOW!
So maybe being 28 won't be that bad. I suppose after the year I have had, I should be chomping at the bit to start a new year.
A few days before my last birthday we were given the news about Mia. I cannot believe it has been an entire year since the word "transplant" entered into our lives. That word has been the topic of a million conversations, many a blog, and countless dreams... good and bad. My last birthday was sad, very very sad. I had no idea what the future would hold for our little family, but I felt strongly that it would be completely different in a year. Here we are- 1 year later! Somehow that earth shattering news seems like small potatoes today. She is healthy, happy, and excruciatingly lovable.
Back to the birthday- it was fun! Daddy did a great job executing a great fiesta. He had help I'm sure ;-) We played win lose or draw, and had a pinata. A party without kids makes for some very creative pinata breaking. Watching a friend of ours trying to break the pinata "like a girl" was hilarious. I wish I had it on video- you would get a good laugh. The cake was delicious- Jaime Buddy is the cake maker extraordinaire.
The kids felt left out so they sang to me last night- it was quite cute. I think my favorite gift of so many great gifts(thanks everyone), was the gift Mia gave to me. She took 60 cc's yesterday!!! 60! woop woop. Now she just needs to take 110 more and we can say SAYONARA to el tubo.
Well, here's to my 28th year- I will embrace you, and promise to not complain about the number you represent. Bring it on 28!-hopefully my face doesn't completely fall off by the the time
I reach the big th... get two years older. I refuse to type it. There is probably something wrong with me, I am extremely resistant to aging. All of my friends who are already that age tell me how it's not that big of a deal. I know they're all lying! It's all over after 29+1, right?
*to my 29+1+ friends/sisters... in no way do I think that you are not fabulous, beautiful and "got it goin' on." I do... I really really do. Just to clarify :-)