Except that it's my birthday, not my son's. Although he was the one to wake me up well before sunrise. Not to wish me a happy birthday, per se, but hey- I'll take what I can get. Especially when was I can get is him to go back to sleep so I can sleep for another hour or two.
As mentioned, today is my birthday, and a very good birthday it was, indeed. I've been dealing with some Stuff, lately, so the days leading up to my birthday had put me in a very Forlorn sort of mood, to the point where I wasn't looking forward to my birthday at all, and in fact I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be a particularly good- let alone special- sort of day. This is very much the opposite of my typical, "MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING ALL HAIL MY BIRTHDAYNESS!" frenzy that generally kicks in around March 1st.
After the 0430 False Start, I woke up for the second time and sung very quietly to myself in a sad sort of way as I got out of bed and started my yoga. About halfway through my sun salutation, Nathan leapt out of bed and rushed downstairs, and by the time I was breathing myself into a deeper pigeon pose, he'd come back up the stairs and placed a piece of chocolate birthday cake in front of my nose with a flourish.
"It's gluten free!" he crowed, and I smiled. It smelled like Birthday.
I managed to hold off eating it until I finished my yoga, but when I did I found that it was oh-so-delicious, as well as being gluten-free. Good job, husband!
Thus fortified for the day (he also made me eggs), I decided to try wriggling into a dress I haven't worn since having a baby- and it fit, which was definitely a Birthday Triumph. So naturally I decided that what the outfit really needed was red lipstick and a tiara, and thus I applied the one and stuck the other in my pannier.
The ride into work was just perfect- a welcome spring morning after so much rain- and once I got my bike safely stowed I took the time to put on my Birthday Tiara:
|Not practical for under-helmet-wear.|
By the way, here's the dress:
|Feeling all mod like Gwen Stacy.|
The Captain came in a bit later, and darned if he wasn't carrying a balloon! He presented me with said balloon, which was delightful because a) everyone loves a balloon obviously and b) I knew it would make Neeps's entire evening when I let him play with it*. The Captain also gave me my favorite candy bar (two of them!), a funny card, and later bought me tacos for lunch- because he knows I love them. Mmm, tacos...
Nathan swung by a few hours later to present my birthday gift (a gift certificate for an hour-long massage! Woo!) and after that my buddy Jerry popped in to present me with this bit of awesomeness:
|Cap'n Tight Pants, Sir|
Throughout the day I was bombarded with well-wishes via text, email, and FB, each and every one of which serving to lift my spirits. People are so kind, and it was just humbling to have so many people reach out to me on my day. By the time I left early (another gift from my excellent boss) I was feeling quite buoyant, much like the balloon I tied tightly to the back of my bike:
|What could POSSIBLY go wrong with this scenario??|
|Nothing! At least, nothing that wasn't solved by a quick stop to re-tie it closer to the rack!|
Thanks, World. Days like today make it easier to ignore Jerk Brain.
*(which, by the way, it totally did, right up until he ripped its balloon throat out and deflated the thing. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a biter.)