47 thinking 37

Today is my birthday, and my head is thick and heavy with a sinus cold. Sucks to be sick on your birthday. That said, I am doing better than I have over the last couple of days.

I am determined, however, to go out and enjoy a fine meal tonight. I'm just praying my taste buds kick in before 6pm. Nothing has tasted quite right lately.

My husband is NOT a planner, so 'celebrating' birthdays is rather lost on him. I've had 7 years to train him otherwise, but to no avail. I can only mention Carrot Cake and Flowers in so many sentences ....

He explains his lack of planning/anticipation/excitement for celebrations on the fact that his birthdays got glossed over as a kid. He's a May baby boxed in there between Mother's Day and his Mother's birthday, so he approaches them with a blase detachment, even his own. I on the other hand want to make the most of it. Is it selfish that for one day of the year I want to celebrate "me"?

I'm not sure if its because I'm not feeling 100% this year, but today of all days - I miss my mom. She's been gone now for over two and a half years. And its not that we were close (far from it), but I long to hear her voice today of all days. Even if her conversation gets no deeper than the weather and who's died recently.

Birthdays are good, and I will celebrate me (turning 47) in some special way.