photo from my birthday two years ago. hey! blonde ...Happy New Year's Eve!! Sorry it's been so quiet over here. Since last week, the entire family was taken down one by one by the little flu that could and we haven't done much besides miserably wallow on the couch, deplete the saltine cracker supply and cuddle our miserable babies. But by some great miracle, most of us were feeling somewhat back to normal by last night. Just in time to gather around the table and play, what is now becoming the unintentionally traditional New Year's Eve round of truth or dare. As always with that game, good judgment checked itself at the door and I found myself in the kitchen swallowing a spoonful of cinnamon with four other brave challengers. Sounds like a dare straight out of Mary Poppins' handbook or something, am I right? Am I the only one who was out of the loop on this? As one who comes from a family of girls and married into a family of boys, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I mean I've heard of the gallon challenge with the milk, I've done the chubby bunny with the marshmallows, and the 6 saltine crackers in under a minute deal. But I had NOT heard of the spoonful of cinnamon.
The worst thing I've ever willingly done to my body, hands down.
You should try it!
And now it's my birthday. AGAIN! I can't believe it. This year went so fast. I feel as if the point has been reached when I'm now just "in my twenties" and the second number doesn't feel particularly significant. Doesn't make me feel older. In fact, now more than ever I am SO AWARE of how much I still have to learn. Does this ever change, do you think? Do you suddenly wake up on your thirtieth birthday and think, FINALLY! I'M WISE!
Twenty-four. It has the potential to hold big changes, personally and professionally. It makes me excited and nervous and grateful. And happy. These two boys of mine, man alive, they are the greatest things in my life. I woke up at 3am last night to my little Everett who was singing in his bed. I went into his room and stayed with him for an hour while he slowly got tired enough to fall back asleep. He climbed on my lap and buried his nose in the crook of my neck and I rocked him on my knees until he rubbed his eyes and reached for his bed. Then I laid him down and went back to my own warm bed to be unconsciously pulled closer by my sleepy husband. It was the simplest of moments, but I felt so in love with both of them. It is a sweet life to be loved by these two.
But on to the birthday! My very own day of family and celebration and amazing food and millions of fireworks! Shucks world, thanks for those fireworks. ;)
Happy New Years!!