The last time I really celebrated my birthday? I was 21 years old.
Birthdays, instead, have evolved to a day I spend with my loved ones, keeping it simple in a hectic life. So I was surprised the other day, when, while having cake with my department, someone asked me what I was doing for my birthday.
My husband was scheduled for work that night so I have kid duty, I explained.
Silence. As if there was something wrong with me for that remark.
Finally someone ventured, "Take the kids someplace where they eat free."
But I realize I would be outnumbered during the witching hour, and setting the expectation of perfect behavior in a booth just wasn't my idea of fun. Strangely enough, I'm more than content to make the salmon I've been meaning to cook from my freezer and let the kids enjoy their life.
So, yes, I have no major plans to celebrate #37. But I'm OK with that too. Because my favorite people will make it a party, in their own quirky kid ways.