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Th big 5-0! Happy Birthday!

Getting ready for the day. It’s going to be awesome.

Yep. Awesome.

Big plans with my sweetie. We’re headed downtown!

But first: coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

And moisturizer. Lots and lots of moisturizers

A little Pod Save America while getting ready makes for a great birthday.

Time to head out.

Love that we get to spend today together. ❤️

USPS lost a package. Thought I’d try to get through to a person.

Oops. Out of order. But you get the idea. Don’t plan on talking to anyone if USPS loses a package. Not gonna happen.

It’s my birthday so a first Kendra Scott purchase might be in order.

Yep! TWO birthday necklaces.

And my birthday gift from Sephora. MORE moisturizer.

Then lunch with this guy at our favorite burger place.

YUM!

Super delicious.

Glad we’re in Fort Worth. Checked the news app and this was the top story. Brrrrrr!

Home for a nap. And laundry., which seems like a weird thing to be happy about, but we were gone this weekend so I was thrilled!

And bday Starbucks!

TRE to AAC!

I just thought this was cool

Save PUBLIC schools. Thanks, Diane Ravitch.

Go Stars!

Go Stars!

Last of the bday swag

We won! It was a nail biter at the end!

There’s a super drunk lady sitting across from us. She was actually really nice and entertaining.

Dear DD

21.
How’d that happen?
It seems like only yesterday you were a baby blowing bubbles in the car seat while we drove back to Burk or jumping on your bed trying to reach the Dalmatian stickers on your wall. It seems like I was typing away on that Romeo and Juliet paper yesterday! You know the one, I heard a noise, pushed open your door and found you in the vaporizer with your Barbies. You said you were swimming. You were three, but you’d figured out that you needed to push your blanket against the door so I couldn’t see your light.
It was last week that you were skating or playing putt putt or getting Kim to cut the crusts off your sandwich.
Wasn’t it last month that we were signing up for your first schedule at Rider and you were telling me something about wanting to take photos for the yearbook?
How is it possible that you are the beautiful, composed young woman who turned 21 today?
I love you. Don’t ever forget.
Mom

Happy Birthday to Me

41 years ago today, my mother braved the cold of Minot, North Dakota to give birth to moi–not that the cold made that big of a difference, but I’ve heard it was -30 that day. My dad spent his entire paycheck buying me onesies. My bassinet was their top dresser drawer. We were a poor family, but happy, so I’ve been told. Based on the photos, I’d say it’s true.

Happy Birthday?

DD threw a surprise birthday party for DH this week.
It was surprise to me too.
I think it was a surprise to her. She’s spontaneous like that.
She let me know about it at 4:30. I was at school. On deadline.
The party started at 6:00. At my house. After I’ve been gone on vacation. On the day DH cam home from vacation.
Can’t get upset with the surprise birthday party, but next time, she get the house ready too!
I don’t have photos. Trust me, the house was a mess.
But the company was awesome.

Birthdays and other sadness

DD turned 15 today. Instead of jumping for joy and celebrating this very cool birthday I’ve been sad. Depressed. Down. All of the above. I just can’t believe that my baby girl is growing up. And worse, I can’t believe how much it hurts to realize I only have three more years to really spend with her, if that because she’s going to get to a point where she’d rather spend time with friends than me. I’m lucky she’s not there yet.
My friends warned me this day would come, but I didn’t believe them. Even though I cry at sappy commercials, I thought I would skip the whole “my baby’s not a baby any more” stage.
But I didn’t.

I’m happy for her. It’s cool to see her finding her own sense of fashion. It’s fun to watch her discovering who she is and what she stands for. It’s amazing to hear her speak and read her writing and think, whoa! She wrote that!
But it’s still sad. And that’s okay too, I hope.
I don’t want to be one of those kamakazi moms who takes over their kids life or tries to live through them. I work hard to make her take care of school on her own even though we’re in the same building.
I don’t think I am. I hope not.