No one at work realized it was my birthday, which was fine with me. Every so often through the day, I checked on Facebook, where everyone knew it was my birthday.
I had planned to have our regular Friday meal: my favorite meal of burgers and wine. I thought that in honor of my birthday, we'd have a better quality of wine. But it didn't come to the wine store in time, so in some ways, it felt like a regular Friday.
We spent some time in the pool. I feel like we've spent the summer fixing the pool, with no time to be in the pool, so it was lovely to finally have a pool evening.
We may grill flank steak this week-end, but primarily because it was on sale, not because of my birthday. We'll have the better quality wine with the flank steak.
In short, it's likely to be a quiet-ish birthday week-end, but I'm truly OK with that. I spend so much of the week feeling tired and rushed and overextended that the idea of quietness at home, with better wine than I could afford at a restaurant, is truly happiness to me.
I've watched other people get upset over how people remember or don't remember special days. I've watched people spend gobs and gobs of money, often money they don't have, in an attempt to have a high holy day of activities and gifts.
So yes, it will be a good birthday week-end. But it won't be vastly different from most week-ends--and that's what makes me feel truly fortunate. I don't have a life that's so difficult that I need to make birthdays such a focal point.
Plus, as I age, I realize how lucky I am to be here to celebrate another year. So I try to inject that awareness into each and every day, even if it's just appreciating my petunias on the porch or a glass of wine at the end of the day or how wonderful that first cup of coffee tastes in the morning.