Happy to Me

I have fun fussing over others on their Birthday. I've mentioned before how my Dad would wake us on our Birthday blasting the Beatles 'Birthday' song with him dancing around, which eventually got us all dancing around. We grew up with some goofy but great traditions. I like to make crazy cakes for my kids. I like to decorate the kitchen with streamers and dorky lights the night before any of the kids special day so all the next day it feels like a party. But my Birthday? er, it feels weird. I don't know why but I am not much of a fan of the attention. So when my friend, rather firmly, encouraged a night out with some girlfriends last weekend, I agreed. She unfortunately has me more figured out than I thought. :-) And this will sound rediculous but I seriously sucked up my stupid issue to embrace the well wishes and it was nice. We had sushi, watched a chick-flick and then went out for dessert! Good times. Thanks, E for being a good friend and fussing over me. It felt good to have that effort made. As for my actual Bday, it was a nice day with many wishes and texts but guess what- it was a Monday. Blah-blee-bler. So good as Mondays can go. Until that night! We had family night and Scott doesn't realize this but he shared something wonderful with me. We had a little lesson on our bodies and how they are special and we need to take care of them. The kids had fun blurting out food you shouldn't eat (which they obviously had lots of answers because, ahem, Mom likes some of that stuff, too so I had to quickly move into the subject of HEALTHY food). After this, it was time to do some exercise. They turned all the lights off, every one, and Scott turned on the TV. Apparently the kids were on to his plan. He scrolled to a Tivo'd concert we've had stored for months of New Order performing live, turned it way up and played, "Love will tear us apart". It was SO fun because there was my family all dancing around in the blue glow of the TV, jumping and hopping and even the occasional "Woo" like the crowd. Ah man- I couldn't stop smiling. Reminded me so much of my family growing up and dancing to fun music (Mom? Do you have tears yet?). It was great and we all rocked out to our fake concert. But best of all was my surprise from Scott. We ended with me opening up my gift from him. This was the best token of love ever. For two years I have wanted something and he has dismissed it as silly-ness. Can you guess what it was? CAN YOU?! I opened a Guitar Hero guitar!!! It's like buying a puffy, hairy cat for your spouse who has wanted one for years but you wouldn't because you're allergic. Is that love or what? I found it quite touching, video game or not. So not only will we be having rock parties this year with tons of friends (And I read up on the Beatles game- it's confirmed!), they may end with some embarassing "thank you" make-out session with my hubby (maybe no friends). And maybe some Benadryl for his puffy Guitar Hero eyes and sneezy nose.
So thanks to my friends and family for a great Birthday!