I can exercise and diet but somehow can't keep up this here blog.
Today is St Patrick's Day or, how we like to refer to it in our house, B's birthday. Having such an auspicious day for ones birthday is more curse than blessing for him. His whole childhood and even up to about the time we got married, was just one whole green shamrock fest with is family. His mother, even when she couldn't physically join us, would be sure to mail up a whole heap of shamrock themed party goods for his big day. Spoiler alert, not one drop of Irish heritage in their genetic pool.
As you can imagine, if he ever sees a green frosted cake with birthday candles on his big day, he breaks out in hives. This is why it was sort of funny that our son thinks it is hilarious and cool that his daddy has this as his birthday. We went to Target to look at cards and I warned him that B has never liked having a St Patrick's Day card for his birthday but still LM, who is a massive reader, could not get over one card that reads:
Outside: I really hope you like this St Patrick's Day Card...
Inside: Somebody farted in the store and I could only hold my breath long enough to grab this one!
He did write, "Daddy, I hope your day is special" and include a handmade green shamrock beaded bracelet which made B very happy. We also decided to go out to breakfast at a new diner in town and it is so rare that we do such a thing, breakfasts out of the home reserved for vacation, that it was a huge treat for us all.
Birthdays are a funny thing as we get older. When you are younger, and had a happy sort of childhood, you get some sort of party with cake, even if it is just family or a few friends over. There are usually presents and you feel special. As you get older and are in college and young adulthood, you sometimes throw parties or friends will take you out and sometimes get you presents.
It's so different now as middle aged adults. Now we are happy to sleep in or go out for breakfast or for someone outside of our tiny family to remember and wish us a happy day. There was one sad moment at breakfast where B reflected that his parents, besides not really remembering it is his birthday, probably don't even remember the names of our children.
Thankfully, Spring is almost here. After a winter of crazy blizzards, including one that closed the schools not even 8 days ago, all the snow is melted and the sun is shining and there are hints that nice weather is around the corner.
I have always loved Spring. One of my favorite memories is walking home from my early morning shift at a cafe I worked at in college. I used to have to get there at 5:30am on a weekend and not get out until close to noon. The walk in would be cold and dark and bleak but leaving that day, the first one that felt like Spring, I remember the feel of the sun and the promise in the air and taking my coat off and soaking it all in and just grinning madly like a fool.
That to me is Spring. I love the sunshine and the warmth with no hint of oppressive humidity and the feeling that good things are in the air. It makes me hopeful and happy, despite the fact that we are swiftly approaching the 3 year anniversary of my mother's death.
Here we are with one parent gone, and two more well on their way, and this sometimes overwhelming and suffocating sense of our own adulthood but yet, here is Spring. Here are flowers about to bloom and sun on faces, and no need for boots and gloves and hats, and children doing well and thriving and we are happy.
Older, more world weary, but happy.