How do you celebrate your birthday?

I turned 37 yesterday. I was getting my license and my sister was graduating from high school when my mom turned 37. I’m certain she was an older 37 than I am (sorry, Mom), or at least I remember it that way. At any rate, it was a super awesome day. I didn’t always feel this way. Until about age 32, I was ALL ABOUT my birthday. I would announce to my co-workers a week prior that my birthday would be in a week. I’d come bouncing into work in my party-girl outfit, fully expecting my desk to be decorated (which they were always awesome about), and not being shy about anyone knowing it was my birthday. When I turned 33 it was a dark day. Don’t ask me why the stark change. I just… stopped. I didn’t want anyone to know, I tried to make sure Facebook didn’t advertise it, and I generally had a rotten day. Looking back, I think it’s because I didn’t want to be forgotten by anyone, and the best way to not feel forgotten, is to make sure nobody knows. Yeah, that’s the logic in my head.

union-stationSo yesterday I decided I’d just roll with it. I finally remember what it’s like to get fun phone calls with people singing (the best being my sister and mom with their Marilyn Monroe version of "Happy Birthday"), feeling totally fine with my age, and determining to have a great day. And it was. Earlier I took Link to a play group and searched for fabric to sew muslin baby blankets. After I picked up Link from playgroup, he asked if we could go to "Lincoln City" (which is code for any big city nearby). So we went to the Historic 25th Train Station and ate lunch together. If I can go to a restaurant with the little dude, just he and I, I can get a lot of conversation out of him. Otherwise it’s like squeezing blood out of a turnip. After, we explored the trains together.

union-station-linkNick came home early from work and we headed out as a family to Crystal Hot Springs. It was rainy and overcast, which I have discovered is the BEST time to go to the hot springs. Hardly anybody was there and it wasn’t too hot outside. The springs are also not so hot that a 5-year-old can’t get in. In fact, he told me he liked it better than the regular pool. When the lightening started they made us get out, but it was fine – we had spent about an hour and a half in the water so we were nice and pruny and salty (er, mineral-y). Then we headed to the BEST restaurant in Utah – Maddox. They do everything from scratch. Like literally – they grow their own cattle. We were stuffed and relaxed by the end of the night. It was a good birthday.