Birthday Wishes

I blew out 35 candles on my birthday cake last night. Technically, it was not a cake though...it was a tower of chocolate mini-cakes, dusted with powdered sugar and garnished with red strawberries, served cold, just the way I like my cake. I pretended to make a wish, but truth is, I felt like I could not ask for anything more.

Of course, I would love a pedicure, new chandeliers and french doors...but my best wishes have already come true. For instance, my husband Brian is perfect for me. I love that he was "this close" to spending $100 (after overnight shipping) on a pair of duck covered footie pajamas to surprise me for my birthday...just to give me something comfy that I wouldn't buy for myself. I also love that I can tease him about the fact that he almost bought footie pajamas for me.

Next wish come true: my children. They woke up early, so they could bring me breakfast in bed. I heard clanking, bustling, and a bit of crying (Keaton fell off the chair) for about an hour. Next came the soft sound of Kate gently playing "Happy Birthday to You" on the piano. Finally, I heard a sweet chorus of the same song, sung by my three eldest, clutching a tray filled with scrambled eggs, oatmeal, corn muffins and grapes. When Weston finally roused from his cuddly slumber (in my bed, of course) he rubbed my arm and in a gravelly, morning voice sang me his version of the birthday song one more time. I experienced a bit of heaven in that corner of my bedroom where the five of us were gathered.

That's enough--I don't need anymore--I've got all my wishes...but more came. My sweet cousin sent me a gift from her heart. Good friends brought me gifts and flowers and another cake(yummy breakfast-thanks Tina!)...and a miniature bottle of real maple syrup! I received thoughtful phone calls and warm hugs. Stephen and Rachel made me Tahitian Chicken for my birthday dinner as well as the stack of cakes--I couldn't wish for anything more...so I closed my eyes before the blazing candles and just smiled.