My cake doesn’t look anything like the photo, but since cupcakes are everywhere this year, I thought I’d try to be trendy.
Trendy is not my style.
Okay, so yes, it’s my birthday, the big Five-Eight. What a boring age to be. There’s nothing exciting about 58 at all. Age is not a factor when I plan my day or create a to-do list. I can’t wait until I’m old enough to get away with being eccentric.
Since today also is a national holiday here in the United States, I nixed the idea of going out for dinner. Who wants to eat in a restaurant on a big picnic day? We’re having an old-fashioned American meal today: grilled ribeye steak, tossed salad and a baked potato (mine will probably be a sweet potato, my husband’s is a russet). For dessert? I thought about chocolate, of course, but ended up making a carrot cake. It’s not frosted yet but I’m using real cream cheese. None of that neufchatel crap on my birthday.
Next time I get married (kidding, honey!) I’m going to find someone who makes a Big Deal out of birthdays. I should have known, when my husband turned 50 and didn’t want a party, that maybe I’d be spending the rest of my life wishing for a bit more celebration on my big day. I have always respected his wishes not to make a fuss; I kind of wish he would respect mine and make a big one!
But really, I have very little to complain about. He always gives me two cards, they always are wonderfully thoughtful (one of this year’s has an illustration of the husband painting a big heart on the wall – so appropriate considering all the redecorating we’ve been doing lately) and he always gives me whatever gift I want most. This year it’s an iPhone, but I’m waiting to see what the new model is like. It’s supposed to be introduced sometime in July.
Tomorrow I think I’ll take some of the suggestions in this article. I haven’t totally blown it, and my weight has remained the same (miraculously!), but it’ll feel good to get back on track.
Of course, it’ll feel good to have carrot cake for dessert today, too!