When I was a kid and teenager, I couldn't wait for my birthday so I could open my presents. In my early 20s, it was a good excuse to "celebrate." Now, it's just another day on the calendar. I'm more interested in sipping wine and eating sushi in my pajamas than I am of going out and celebrating.
Today, my little brother, Greg, texted me. Two of my brothers have birthdays within a couple of days of my birthday. Seriously. Here's his text...
It's a Miller Family thing. My Grandma Vivian used to switch the numbers around in her age on her birthday, especially if it made her younger. That took me back to my childhood, thinking of how Grandma used to be there for every birthday. She lived a block away from us, which meant she was there for every party, every basketball game, every piano recital, every gathering. She always wore her charm bracelet that had each grandchild on it, and you could hear her coming from a mile away. The birthday party would start when we would hear Grandma's bracelet coming up the stairway. She passed away a few years ago, but every birthday I think of Grandma and how grateful I am that she was such a huge part of my life.
So, back to today. It was a pretty awesome day! It started out with some snuggles from my two little men.
|Blurry morning snuggles before sunrise.|
Then I scored some pretty good seats for an Eric Church concert in April, and convinced Perry that I need a new pair of boots. I didn't really need his approval, just his credit card number.
|I am in love with these boots, soon to be on my feet.|
Mom and Dad stopped by and took me and Perry out to lunch at The Starving Rooster, where I got my birthday cake.
|Yes I was.|
Bring on 37.