Wednesday, November 24, 2010

14,600 Days Old

It’s official.

I am 40 today.

Unlike the first day of my birth I won’t cite my height and weight or how well I’m adjusting to the outside world. Suffice it to say that I’m tall enough for all the rides at Disneyland, small enough for one seat on an airplane, and while I continue to lament my inability to sustain any kind of a tan I am proud to say I am at least successfully weaned from nursing. You might assume this accomplishment goes without saying, but I guarantee there’s a Navajo Indian out there somewhere who just gasped and exclaimed, “Already?!” Still, it’s comforting to know that there was at least one moment in my 40 years where my weight was announced with joyous acclaim. Eight pounds, and the “smallest” of my parents’ 7 children.

I’ve also decided to declare it as pure coincidence that I’m somewhat feverish and constipated today, neither of which is likely to improve with the bacon cheeseburger and frosty I had from Wendy’s for dinner. One might think that a birthday spent preparing for Thanksgiving while battling an oncoming bug and monitoring my NyQuil stash would be a major downer, but that’s been the brilliant part of my day. It hasn’t.

I woke up to my husband nuzzling my neck on his way out to work as he whispered birthday wishes and was met a while later by Drew, who descended the stairs and promptly launched into the Happy Birthday song and greeted me with a hug. Friends have been ridiculously incredible, and my siblings and parents have rocked my world.

It’s not the first time I’ve felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

And I hope it’s not the last.

11 comments:

Patty Ann said...

Happy Birthday. I am grateful for everyday that I have had here. The blessings are amazing. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving too!

ganelle said...

One more time for the record: "Happy birthday!"

Bakeshow said...

Dear Vern,

Happy Birthday. My gift to you is the knowledge that I envy you. Everything about you.

You're welcome.

Thelissa said...

I realize this is a birthday post, and a happy birthday to you...:) But oddly I am stuck on the whole nursing thing.

It brought back a mammary... I mean a memory...

While I was on my mission, we were sitting in Relief Society of all places, taking in the good word of God, when a boy came into the room. He was probably about 6 years old. He walked over top his mom and loudly pronounced..."I'm thirsty." Didn't think much of it until I looked back to see the mom, shirt up, and that 6 year old
drinking like crazy. He would pause every now and then to utter some side note about what he was learning in primary that day. Eventually he left and not a word was said about it. Aaaaaaaaa???? Maybe I should forward your post to her as a hint.

Happy Birthday.

Paige said...

And you're awesome. I hope it was a FABULOUS Birthday!

the emily said...

happy birthday!!!

Kerri said...

I know I'm a little late - What's new? Anyway, Happy Birthday!

Meg said...

I thought of you but whoops didn't call. Happy Birthday!!

rocslinger said...

Happy Birthday, Did Cory get you a new walker or are you going straight for the scooter?

wjmom said...

I'm a blog-lurker. I'm thankful you were born so you can make me laugh. All. The. Time.

(I didn't mind 40. But 41 hurt a little bit.)

Tiffiny said...

Happy Belated Birthday. I literally LOL'd when reading this post (like I do most of your posts). But mainly because I'm sitting in bed nursing my son. No worries, though. He's only 5 months old.