Because we celebrated my birthday early in Seattle, the only evidence of my actual birthday was on Facebook in the many well wishes on my timeline. Otherwise it was just a regular day.
Did school drop-off as normal, worked, and piddled around the house nothing special. My two best friends here swooped in and took me out to lunch and dessert (my very first drinking chocolate!) and then there was grocery shopping (two trips) and school pick up time. I made BLTs for the kids (their request) and bought mini cupcakes for them to eat because even though I don't like cake I felt like there just needed to be some sort of cake. In the evening I Skyped with my parents before I had to get to play practice.
I definitely noticed the monotony of my special day but also felt so proud of just what normal and ordinary means for me now. This family of six is grand, and so happy. I have a job I adore, friends in this new place who "get me", and I'm doing theater again... something my 16 year old self would be hoping I'd still be doing at this age. And actually I think back to my little girl self a lot lately and look at my life right now and hope it all fits into her big dreams. I think it does. That's a really fabulous feeling, and a great start to another really great year.