It is that time of year again. The time to be showered in love and indulgences. Forty five years ago today I was born with an I.U.D. on my head. My parents were going to adopt after they had my brother, but that plan didn’t stop me from coming into the world. I pushed through that barricade called birth control and asserted my independence while being completely depended on my mother’s body to grow. I persevered, and was born. The delivery doctor gave my mom some sage advice to pass on to her daughter. “Tell her never to use an I.U.D. as birth control.” I’ve come back to that advice many times through my life and it has helped me become the woman I am today. I also found the pill to be less cumbersome.
My day isn’t over yet and it has already been a hit. My girls crawled into bed with us this morning for a family cuddle, breakfast was made for me, and I was presented with an abundance of gifts. The best one was the bag of birdseed I won last week at bingo that my youngest wrapped up for me. There was some general lounging, and then Wini and I took the dogs for a very windy, and chilly walk. We lunched at The Courage in Wellington. We were all pleased and perfectly plump after our meal. We capped off our Wellington visit with a walk on the beach. The frigid winds chased us back into our car mocking us for being so foolish. But as you can see the sky was fantastic. Much more friendlier than that damn wind.
After a lively discussion in the car, it was decided our dessert this evening would be chocolate fondue. Our dinner menu will be individually dressed nachos. We don’t like our chips to touch. All toppings that can be reasonably delivered through a piping bag will be presented as such so that each chip is it’s own masterpiece. There will be no soggy chips on this girl’s birthday!
After all our celebratory eating is complete we will all snuggle into our couch in front of the fire and watch a family movie. I don’t think it gets better than this. Happy birthday to me! And here’s to another 45 years!