Writing on Sunday mornings feels so different than Saturday night. I’m glad to have some quiet time in the house to be able to stop, think, dump my thoughts for just 5 minutes. And then it’s back to clean up. You’ll know why when you read my stream of consciousness this morning.
Here’s my 5 minute brain dump…
Yesterday, we celebrated a big birthday in my household. On Friday, my husband turned 50 years old. Personally, I think there are a few birthdays worth celebrating: 1, 10, 13, 16, 18, 21, and then every decade thereafter (30, 40, 50, etc.). And I know this because, while I bought my husband what I considered a super present for his 40th birthday, he later revealed that he wanted a party. I’m not sure if he was joking or totally serious. So I made it up to him and planned a “surprise” party for his 42nd birthday. Because who would expect that for 42?
With 50 approaching, I asked him multiple times what he would like to do. I knew it was going to be an expensive birthday no matter how we celebrated so I gave him some options. A party: party at home, family party, adult party, a trip by himself, a trip with me, a trip with the family, a trip with his brother, and so on. And this, my friends, is where I think my husband and I differ.
I think he would have been thrilled to go buy a thing. Like another motorcycle or something crazy. Instead, he settled for a big bash here at the house. No, I wasn’t crazy enough to cook. I had it catered and didn’t attempt to make it a surprise. We had about 50 guests which sounds perfect for a 50th birthday.
Today, as my husband is snoozing away (trust me, he needs it) and I’m doing my typical after-party clean-up, I think that while the party was fun, it’s not what I would want for my 50th birthday. I’m more about the experience, whether it’s by myself, with my family, or with close friends. I’d love a crazy spa getaway or an adventure in Iceland or a Caribbean cruise or even exploring the wilds of Alaska or Maine. Parties are fun for someone else but not for me. I’m still planning what’s to come.