10,950 + 1

Yesterday was a special day.

Yesterday, September 6th, was the anniversary of the day I was born......thirty years ago.
*sigh*

It wasn't so bad, really. It's not like everyone around me wore black all day, or my hair spontaneously turned gray, or Jason made jokes about making sure my life insurance policy was up-to-date -- all of which would've sent me running to my room to sob pathetic, I'm-in-denial-of-being-a-thirty-year-old tears.

Instead, I woke up early to get the coffee started and make asparagus frittatas for Jason and me. Breakfast was followed by smiley/giggly-time with Everett, which was awesome! And then the hustle and bustle of the day commenced...

I've known for months that I had some house guests arriving this week, but as most things tend to go these days, the house cleaning got pushed to the last minute. So I spent most of my birthday tidying stuff up, dusting, doing laundry, cleaning bathrooms, washing dishes......oh, and of course taking care of Everett. Fortunately, he was pretty well behaved, and I was able to get a lot done during his naps. And then before I even realized it was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon, I heard a knock on the door.

Enter Tracy and Ann.

Tracy and Ann are two of my absolute best friends. I've known these girls for somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 years (which is a lot, especially since I'm 30). I feel like it's kind of rare these days for people to maintain life-long friendships that started in grade school. Whether that's actually the case or not, I definitely feel truly blessed to have these ladies in my life. And since I married into the military four years ago, it's been a little tough to be as close as we once were, but we're still such important parts of each others' lives. :)  Anyway...

As soon as they got here, the house chores pretty much ceased -- even though I wasn't really finished with all the cleaning -- oh well. Of course they were happy to see me, and they wished me a happy birthday, but they really just couldn't wait to get their hands on my little Everett! It's ok. I understand.

Jason got home shortly thereafter and surprised me with a birthday cake from Layers (a wonderful little bakery in Monterey that a friend introduced me to back when I was pregnant). We all shared a couple pieces of cake for an afternoon snack, and then we got ready to go out to dinner. Jason surprised me again with reservations at a great seafood place down on Fisherman's Wharf -- The Old Fisherman's Grotto. Apparently, they have the best clam chowder, but who really cares about clam chowder, anyway? I stuffed myself with some kind of parmesan-crusted fish, and the complimentary piece of cheesecake they brought to our table. (Yes, that makes two desserts in one day. Don't judge.)

We got home and spent some time talking and reminiscing and playing with Everett. And then I went to bed......not really feeling older, not really feeling wiser, but definitely feeling well-loved and very, very full. All-in-all, not such a bad way to spend my 10,950th day on this earth.