On Tuesday I wanted the clocks to stop. Could I not just stay 49 forever? I was mourning the loss of my forties, the last vestiges of youth and feeling fearful of the years ahead. Of course the day flew by, especially as I made sure that I kept very busy... And stayed up until the bitter end.
My actual birthday began at six with aspie boy singing Happy Birthday, and Smiley needing a nappy change! I looked in the mirror, and I looked the same. What was I expecting? But change is needed. The last ten years have been difficult, and my 50th birthday is as good time as any to close the door on one decade, and plan for a better one. I began my new campaign with an alfresco coffee that was nearly shared with a friendly gull.
Next stop was a wardrobe update: I've grown older and larger, and I have no work clothes that fit, and no interest in trying to find them. So I used this free service.
Then a quick dash home to find lots of lovely birthday wishes, cards and beautiful flowers. But one thing was missing. And then, at 11 am it arrived: a text from Tanzania from my lovely daughter!
Back out again for lunch with a friend.
An afternoon spent working and caring for the kids was followed by an evening 'date' with my son to see a musical theatre production at his school. It was just lovely, the kids acted and sang their hearts out!
As we were leaving the first rain drops started to fall. But until then, the sun had shone all day. I'm hoping that this is a good omen for my next 50 years :D