That's a self-centered title for a post, huh. Well, a lady only turns 32 once. 32 is a weird age, I have to say. I am not someone that generally gets worked up about the age number but 32 feels somewhat 'mature.'
My day is off to a rocky start. Beatrice threw a fit about going to daycare again. For the past month or so she's been getting all upset in the morning. But then she's fine when she gets there. Pre-school should be a good time. To get through the morning, I reminded myself what we were doing last year on my birthday. -- (dealing with a 5 week old baby, a 2 1/2 year old, and oh ya moving into a new house during the hottest, most humid summer ever.)
Cory redeemed the morning by giving me a lovely birthday present- tickets to Cirque de Soleil, a sweat towel for the gym, and an antique hook to hang our kitchen dish towels. Perfection! He really is the best gift giver.
My birthday celebration actually started a day early. Yesterday Cory and I played hooky and hit the beach. It was by far one of the best days I've had in ages. We even brought our bikes to ride up to the beach.
The celebration continues tonight with dinner and drinks on the patio at John Stone's and then the beach again tomorrow. I love having a summer birthday.