(from march 27)
yesterday was my golden day…26 on the 26th.
to tell you the truth it came and went somewhat uneventfully.
uneventful…but in the best of ways.
i woke up from a good night of hard sleep (a VERY rare event these days) in the living room of my parents’ house on their white leather couch with my favorite worn-in white sheet just barely still draped over my ever-growing body.
i got a kiss on the forehead and a ‘happy birthday’ whispered in my ear.
a few moments later i heard two sets of footsteps running from out of the kitchen. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” rang out in the delightfully dutchy little voices of my favorite little boys. they handed me ‘cards’ covered in age appropriate stick people and blue glitter and then, once prompted, sang to me the best version of the happy birthday song i have ever heard.
i got up, sipped on coffee (just a tiny bit!) and had angel food cake and strawberries for breakfast… hey! it was my birthday!
i hung out with my mom and joe and josh most of the day until the others got home from school or work…(or in aaron’s case, got up from bed) i took a two hour nap that felt nothing short of glorious…and when i woke up at 3, i took a long bath and just relaxed. we grilled out and i ate a ton of veggies. aaron offered to pick up a dairy queen ice cream cake in my honor, but i declined…mama has got to watch the sugar!
by 9pm i was in ‘packing mode’ not wanting to save the luggage ordeal for the early morning i was going to have…we had to leave at 4:45..and yes, that’s A.M.
i packed and rearranged until i had made enough room for the new baby items from the shower and then i went to sleep.
i think i had too much delicious sleep the night before, because i slept little. mom took me to the airport and when she pulled away i felt like crying… miss my mom. can’t wait to live closer…literally cannot wait!
my flight to minneapolis was routinemy ,flight from minneapolis was dreadful. because the fuel gage needed replaced we were 3 hours delayed. which was annoying enough…i was to get home around 10am and shawn would follow me by 4 hours. in my estimation, just enough time to get the house ready for his arrival and take the dogs out on a long walk so they wouldn’t be driving us nuts. the 3 hour delay changed that a bit.
that was annoying…what was worse was that they boarded us only a half hour late, so the remainder of the 3 hours was spent sitting in a totally packed airplane on the tarmak (sp?) with no air and no water. did i mention i was in the back?
before we even took off i was so swollen i thought it might make me go crazy..you can imagine how the 4 hour flight felt. when i arrived, i could barely walk or bend my legs…and my ride home had since i had to go to work so i took a cab home…had all of 40 minutes to try to prop my feet up before shawn landed.
the funny thing was…i didn’t even care because he was coming home! i had been almost 2 weeks since i had laid eyes on the one i love and i couldn’t wait to see him! i pulled up and parked the car when i saw that red stubbled face surrounded by guitars and baggage. i momentarily forgot about my stupid flight and my tree trunk legs.
a beautiful bouquet of roses arrived shortly after we got home. he wanted to take me out. i felt like staying in. i felt like being cuddled. (while my feet were propped up, natually) i felt like just looking at his chiseled face. i felt like sitting quietly beside him. i felt like giggling and watching the bump together. i felt like having a good cry because it was so emotional to have him home. i felt like falling alseep early in his arms.
and i got it all.