Lucky 33

I turned 33 today, and since 3 has always been my favorite number, I figure the stars are aligned for this to be my best year yet. Ryan made me scrambled eggs and a Pepsi for breakfast this morning, then gave me some thoughtful gifts: a hardback by one of my very favorite poets, Sharon Olds, and a key necklace I recently admired in the Fossil catalogue. That boy listens and that boy knows me.

Macauley totally forgot it was my birthday, but he quickly plucked the head of someone else's flower and presented it to me and then tried his best to fulfill my birthday request of him just to be sweet (to me) all day.

We actually went to the surprise birthday party for Ryan's mother's upcoming 60th birthday this afternoon, and his family made sure I got lots of cards and goodies, too.

Ryan's dad has taken up woodworking in his retirement and made me this set of Adirondack chairs! Wow. He said he knew I'd want to paint them "shabby chic" so he left them a blank canvas. Very sweet.

After the party, the boys took me to the mall and let me pick out a "3"rd gift (with multiple parts, as you can see).

We actually went out for our big celebration this past Friday night. We met Lindsay and Tyson (who gave me the chalkboard stemless glasses from Pier 1 I've been wanting and a few other items) and Adrian and Stephanie (who gave me a yummy candle) at Metropolitan Grill. We absolutely feasted and had a really nice time. Then Linds came over tonight and brought me a cherry chip cake, knowing it's been my fave for years.

Barb picked me up Saturday and we made it to the Spring Creek Tearoom just in time for a delicious lunch and a little shopping. She gave me the cute towels and soap in the vintage-looking bag and we found several treasures.

In my head I feel something like 17, but I'm just fine with turning 33. My 34th year is off to a good start, and I am just as lucky as can be.