It was during this this surprise party that I mentioned that Peter would be playing paintball on my actual birthday, and so it would be a pretty quiet weekend for me. That's when Lou suggested I come up to Palmy and spend the weekend there. So I did.
Friday evening all the friends came around again for a barbeque. Then on Saturday, my actual birthday, Lou, Caliope, Kathleen, Victoria and I went to The Esplanade where Kathleen fed the ducks and played at the playground. While Victoria slept in the snugly. It was a fantastic afternoon out. Sunday morning we had fun hunting for Easter eggs then in the afternoon we drove back home again, and it was a pretty similar story to the drive up.
On Easter Monday (a public holiday in NZ), Peter and I pretended it was my birthday again, and also that it was Easter Sunday. I hid marshmellow eggs all around the house for Kathleen to find, which she really enjoyed. Peter made breakfast and gave me my birthday present - a voucher for a massage and spa treatment at Is Bliss. I am really looking forward to it. Not sure when I'll go, but it will be one weekend soon I hope.
So there were my three birthdays. And all were lots of fun.
It's funny, but the last few years my birthday's have just felt like another day, rather than something special. That's probably because of one of three reasons:
- Four of the last five birthdays have been spent away from home: 2004 in Los Angeles, 2006 in Wellington & Palmy when we still lived in Auckland, 2007 in Washington State, and now 2008 in Palmy again.
- Since having kids I can't take the day off "work" like I used to do. It may be my birthday but I still have to get up at 2am to feed the baby.
- Since turning 30 I haven't really wanted to have birthdays anyway. It won't be long before I'm at the age when I dread birthdays rather than just don't want them.
-Megz