I had a nice birthday last month. My kids got me bright purple flowers for breakfast :-) Which are still alive and vibrant. Aaron made me a frittata for breakfast with spinach and shrooms.
All day everyone was nice to me. Of course I milked it as well.
I think it means more to my 6 year old than to me to have a birthday. I'm sure he was disappointed not to have a cake and streamers and tons of guests and gifts, but I am quite content with the way it turned out.
In the evening we took the kids to Issaquah and had dinner with my lovely in-laws. Then we left on our own to go on an "art walk" where artists are exhibiting and demonstrating. We saw unique layering painting at "Up Front", glass blowing burly gents at something "By Fire" and three ladies with various styles in an upper room studio. And the last was my favorite art. Sort of pastels, with landscapes of scenery, wineries and fields, and brewing storms. Movement captured on a canvas. I like impressionism
Afterwards we went to a crowded wine bar for some live music and what are they playing? Big band style oldies. Sinatra, --The Way You Look Tonight... who is that by? Anyway, we got a free CD for dancing. (by ourselves since there wasn't really room for a dance floor) And Aaron bought a $12 glass of wine! I was the designated driver and had Coke. I really can't stand the taste of alcohol. I try, believe me there are nights I wish I could get drunk...We all have these nights, right? But mostly this is only because I never have been, can't get past the taste. I would probably be happily sober to avoid the unpleasantness that is a hangover etc.
Anyway it was lovely and I drove us home while chattering all the way instead of letting my tipsy date fall asleep.
