Birthday

My 34th birthday was today. I spent most of it resting on the couch and napping, trying to get over a cold.

David was with my mother-in-law. She let him stay over last night and kept him most of today since I was sick. My husband wasn’t able to be home tonight, so when I went to pick David up this evening and she took us out for dinner.

Someone else at the restaurant was having a birthday too, and the staff came out and sang to them. Well, it didn’t take much for David to put two and two together. He informed our waitress that it was my birthday also, and insisted that someone had to sing to his Mommie. Before I knew it, I was being serenaded.

Being sung to in a restaurant full of people really isn’t my thing, but David loved it.

I had a birthday cake and candles at home that my mother-in-law brought over the day before. So when David and I got back after dinner he told me we had to have cake. He put all the candles on the cake. There weren’t 34, but there were a lot.  I lit them, and he sang Happy Birthday to me. Then he blew out the candles.

My little boy singing Happy Birthday to me all by himself was pretty sweet. What a great memory.