Just as I suspected it might, 29 is – so far – turning out to be grand. Ok, ok, ok. So it’s only been 3 days, but still. My birthday week was great. It might have been slightly skewed in my favor because I was rather obnoxious about counting down to the actual day. For weeks. Hey, I love birthdays in general, but particularly my own. Even more so when it’s a “cool” number like 29; my last twenty. Representative of the last vestiges of youth – ha! I’m now the last age I’ll ever admit to…just like my grandma. Eternally 29. Wait. That won’t work…I want to be 30!
It started with presents mid-week (that arrived way too quickly for my mother’s liking) from the parental units in In-jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Yes, the package requested that I wait until the actual day, but it also had a “yeah right!” underneath…proving once and for all that mothers really DO know all. Or maybe it’s that I’m more predictable than I’d like to believe. Hmmm. Don’t know that I like that. Regardless…I behaved myself and only opened one of the three packages inside. And the birthday cards. (A decision couldn’t be made as to which one, so I got THREE! I love being spoiled!!) And the other presents sat on my desk. And sat. And sat. And tempted. And seduced. And taunted. And begged to be opened. No, really. They did! So I HAD to give in…I just had to. It wouldn’t have been nice. Heh.
That was Wednesday. Three days before the “actual day.”
Friday, I came into the office to find an Elvis in gold laḿe sitting on my keyboard…I do love me some Elvis! Hunka hunka burnin’ love just for lil’ ol’ me. The flip side was that I also had a Storypeople card – and a lot of y’all know how I just LOVE Storypeople. (If you don’t know about them, hurry yourself to www.storypeople.com and devour! They’re awesome!) My mom called and sang her goofy version of “Happy Birthday” – on speakerphone. But that part was unbeknownst to her…I told her later. I HAD to share. Priceless! So the day-before-the-actual-day got off to a fabulous start, too.
Until the snow. We ALL know how much I adore cold, wet, white, wintery weather. It’s my favorite. Bah humbug. At least this time, it wasn’t ME doing the moving…just Olive and her couch. (If you haven’t heard the stories of Hannah moving in every type of inclement weather, just ask.) The snow that had been predicted to hold off until the afternoon began earlier than expected…and kept coming and coming and coming. Luckily, we didn’t have to leave the office for food supplies as we’ve begun a fantastic Lunch Co-op where we take turns cooking for each other. So, we had yummy sammiches for lunch. Well, everyone else had one…but y’all know me. I had to have two. Stuffed. Beyond stuffed. Believe it or not, I didn’t catch on when Olive let us know that after a brief respite, there would be “dessert.” Really, I was blonde – for just a few minutes. ;-)
To preface, I’d been bummed earlier in the week because I’d been outvoted in my pecan pie option for our holiday dinner. So, I’m on the phone. Giggling, laughing, minding my own bidness. And then I hear singing. My co-workers are amazing! Simply the best, to borrow Ms. Turner’s words. They got me a pecan birthday pie…candles and all. How totally cute is that? Oh. But we didn’t have just the pecan pie. We also had the sweet potato and apple crumb options. Thank gawd for women that can eat! I had 2 pieces – shocker. We rock! And rolled ourselves out of the “cafeteria,” back to our desks…only to close the office at 4:00pm because the weather was just that hideous.
One would think that the good birthday WEEK would end there, especially with a dire weather outlook, right? Well, wrong. The rest of my birthday weekend was definitely all warm and snuggly and I was spoiled and cherished…and I loved every minute of it! Some of y’all know that there’s a new boy “sniffing around” (to borrow my mother’s phraseology). Well, he came into town to help me transition from 28 to 29. We ate and drank and played Scrabble (really!) and I dodged snowballs…and had a wonderful time “basking in the luxury of each other’s company” (HIS phraseology!). How mushy did that make my insides go? Alright, dammit. I admit it! It exists. The softer-side-of-Hannah is coming out; full-force.
And that’s that. Or at least all the details I’ll divulge about the rest of the weekend. Heh. The birthday week continues with cards and presents still trickling in…but there’s a whole year that I’m looking forward to. If the last few days are representative of the year to come, then I’m even more excited than I’d have anticipated. I work with some of the kindest, most thoughtful, considerate people I’ve ever encountered - worldwide. I’m in serious Like with a fabulous man who likes me just the way I am (which one never fully appreciates how rare and wonderful that is until you’re given the gift). I have a job that I know I’m lucky to have – not just from a professional perspective, but from a human growth one as well. And I have lots and lots and lots of people who I’m blessed to call “friends.”
Yes, I have to admit, I’m damned lucky to be me. Blessed 165% to have the people and life I have. Thank you for being a part of it, y’all! As always, thank you for helping me become the woman I’m supposed to do. I certainly couldn’t do it without you!!
Happy, happy holidays!
Hugs and kisses,
hannah
“Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that don't.” - Brett Butler
“If you don't risk anything you risk even more.” - Erica Jong
“What I am actually saying is that we need to be willing to let our intuition guide us, and then be willing to follow that guidance directly and fearlessly.” - Shakti Gawain
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