Monday, April 11, 2011
Birthday Eve Dinner
Tomorrow I'm turning 44. This isn't a particularly momentous birthday, and I am amazingly uninterested in the fact that I can no longer deny the fact that I have entered "middle-age." Amazingly, because I always thought that once I hit 40 I would be plagued with graying hair, wrinkles, and a sad, uninteresting life. So I do have the graying hair and the emergent wrinkles, but life is so very far from being sad or uninteresting. I am lucky to be married to a wonderful man, I have two lovely children (even if I do sometimes want to pull said graying hair out by the roots over their shenanigans), a beautiful, safe, comfortable home, stability, and the drive and curiosity to continue learning. What more could one possibly want? I am so grateful for all of it, the good and bad, ups and downs. How's that for cliche? But true, nonetheless.
This said, I still have to admit that my birthday evening will be spent organizing a baseball home game (as "team mom" I have to make sure all the duties are covered), shuttling back and forth from the game and my daughter's soccer practice, ending in what will probably be a cold, windy game. Dinner will be take out pizza from a local pizzaria, cake from the sweet little old ladies at Desserts by Kelly, because this year I just am not interested enough in making my own, and all eaten either at the ridiculously early time of 4 or as late as 8. Not my idea of a relaxing, quiet birthday dinner.
And so, I made my dinner tonight. An asparagus and goat cheese frittata, a romaine and spinach salad, a bottle of Maryhill Winemaker's White. I'm waiting for the boy to come home from baseball practice, the girl to come home from soccer practice. Once they're here, we'll have the birthday dinner I wouldn't want to have any other way, any other place, with any other people.