Here comes the last year of my twenties.
When I was a little girl, my Mom would buy me a brand new outfit to wear on my birthday. This was especially exciting when my birthday landed on a school day, and even though I pretended to act casual in front of my class mates, I was incredibly pleased with myself. I mean, could you blame me? My tenth birthday outfit, for example, was a pair of maroon courduroy pants (ironed with a crease!) and a crew-neck sweatshirt featuring a puff-paint cat trio playing in a band. A jazz band. I wore this over a white turtleneck dotted with tiny, pink florets. To top off the ensemble, a shiny brown pair of penny loafers. I had a mean swagger that day.
Kurt has managed to make my birthday last for nearly a month! He's no good at keeping birthday secrets, so he gave me the first present in September. Since then, everything has been in honor of my birthday. A birthday latte. A birthday doughnut. A birthday taco! He might enjoy my birthday as much as I do. It's cute. Last week, he was so excited to give me a gift, he opened it himself, right there in front of me. From the envelope it was shipped in, he pulled out the tip of a deer antler suspended on a necklace chain - a lucky talisman that makes me feel like some kind of medicine woman, or even better, Stevie Nicks. Totally bitchin'. It sure adds to my 29th birthday ensemble, one that may even rival the puff paint jazz kitties of '92.
And after all the doughnuts and tacos, the birthday bonfire, and dinner date, the good times continue, still. Three sleeps from today, we're flying to Sanibel Island, FL to visit friends and soak up some long awaited beach time. I plan to spend my days there making small talk with sea birds and drinking lots of colorful boozy drinks from straws.