"I can smile so great that I will totally steal your birthday thunder."
After 7 years of marriage, I'm still bitter about the fact I have to share my birthday MONTH with my spouse. I am considering asking Martin to change his birthday to April or June so I can once again reclaim the entire month of May as my own. But so far, that hasn't happened. So, one week after we toast Martin growing older, we toast me. And this year, not only was I reminded May is no longer MINE, I realized that my birthday really isn't about me anymore. It's all about Peyton.
We went to Peyton's favorite restaurant for dinner - Macaroni Grill - after spending the day pushing her around the circle on the trike, playing in the neighbor's water toys, and watching Marmaduke.
Peyton did save her pennies to buy me (with Dad's help) a great bracelet and a spa gift certificate. And although the day was spent doing what Peyton wanted to do, I wouldn't have changed a thing.
"Cheers! Here's to another year old, Mommy."
"Mommy is drinking wine. I choose apple juice."
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