So, I'm a little late in writing this up, since my birthday was over two weeks ago. February 22. *Does imaginary fistbump with George Washington, my birthday-sake.* I'm doing this so I can remember what the hell I did for my usual year end recap (here's 2014).
I've been waiting for this year, 42, so for one whole year I can be the Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, per The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. I mean, if I'm going to be forty fucking two, I might as well get to be THE ANSWER for one year, right?
42 is also the amazing Jackie Robinson's jersey number. "Robinson" was briefly in the running on our very, very short list of boy names that were acceptable to both Seth and me. Some tiny part of me is vaguely sad that the name will never get to be used, even though I couldn't be happier about never having to be pregnant or breastfeed ever again.
Anyhow, 42 seems like a pretty good number overall.
So, what did I do for this birthday? Nothing crazy. I spent the day before my birthday playing with Ajax, then making my birthday cake (this chocolate peanut butter one). I had help from Helene and her friend Maria, who were excellent at pouring, stirring, and icing. People seem appalled that I make my own birthday cakes, and say something annoying, like "Seth should be making your cake." Shut up, because I like doing it, and Helene usually helps, so it's something fun we can do together.
The actual day of my birthday I woke up to Helene snuggles, then presents - Stella & Dot jewelry, and a brand new Kindle Voyage (!!), and then bacon and Bullfrog Bagels. Later, I took Helene to ballet, which means I get an hour to sit on my butt and chat with my friend Rebecca or read. There are worse ways to spend an hour. Then I sat at home and read while Ajax napped and Helene was at a birthday party. I ordered Thai takeout, because mmm, spicy! and NO COOKING. Then the children ogled the cake, we lit candles, I was sung to, candles were expertly blown out by the children, and we ate a lot of cake.
Seth kindly extended the celebration for a day, because he'd gotten a hard-to-get reservation for Monday night at China Chilcano , Chef Jose Andres' latest venture. I love dinner out. I love tasting food, trying new things, having people wait on me. It's such luxury, and one of my favorite treats. Dinner was fantastic, and should you be going to China Chilcano, you must get a pisco sour, and you must get the lomo saltado and the yuca fritters and the Suspiro Limena for dessert. Sigh.
So, the day has come and gone, and I'm 42 for about 50 more weeks. It wasn't any kind of crazy birthday; but it was my life, this life, full of its small sweetnesses. I'm still happy to be here, walking around, almost back to running, minus some hair, but here, dammit, not going anywhere if I can help it.