Aaron is first in the birthday train. His birthday went something like this:
(Driving home from church, which means the time is somewhere around noon, aka, roughly 6 hours after we woke up, aka, this will become an important detail soon. )
Me: Hey, let's stop for a taco since we're not having lunch 'til later.
Aaron: You mean like a birthday taco?
Me: Oh hahahahahaha. Oh my goodness. Uncontrollable laughter.
Aaron: You didn't really forget my birthday.
Me: Oh, no, I mean yes, yes I did. Still hyperventilating laughter.
Aaron: No you didn't. You have something planned and you're just acting like you forgot.
Me: Still laughing while wondering how in heck I am going to dig myself out of this one and also wondering why he didn't say ANYTHING about it being his BIRTHDAY for an entire HALF of a DAY.
So, obviously, I am Wife of the Year.
I made up for it by getting him not only a birthday taco but also the most expensive and peanut-buttery ice cream cake Dairy Queen offered.
Am I exonerated?
Anna's birthday was next. You're right, you're right! She's the one who turned one. We had a little outdoor party at my parent's house for her. I wanted to call it a soiree on the invitations. Aaron talked me down from that one.
Aaron also talked me out of making her a healthy banana muffin-cake. The girl got the real deal. Chocolate cupcake with white brain icing, complements of a mom who doesn't know her way around an icing tip. She played with the brains for a while, then gingerly ate about half of the cupcake. It was an entirely underwhelming first cake experience.
After she was through, she wiped her mouth with a cloth napkin and said, "Thank you, mom, for my first experience with refined sugar. But I think for my next soiree, I better stick with a banana muffin."
My 30th birthday tied up the celebratory forenight. It was a sweet and simple day. Breakfast with my mom, lunch out with Aaron and Anna, and a dinner I didn't have to cook at my parents' house. Also. My husband remembered my birthday. I am sure I could write a whole post about my feelings on 30, but for now, the story is that I am grateful for a new decade and this skin feels more comfortable than ever.