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Thursday, September 29, 2011

It's my birthday today.

This is me blowing out the candles on my birthday cupcakes-the second set of candles I got to blow out.
I know it is not the best picture of me
 but you know what? It's the real me…
and just like my real age, I've got nothing to be ashamed of.
I totally rock.

…and I am not 29, 35, or any other number lower than my actual age of 38.  Yes, that's right, as shocking as it may be, given my youthful beauty, charisma and energy, I am now 38.  I have almost completely descended the far side of the mountain of my 30's.  And not only do I not mind getting older, I can't wait for it.

A close friend of mine told me a story about losing a friend to cancer at a young age.  A few years later, my friend celebrated a birthday that her friend never had the chance to.  From that year on, she was proud to tell people her age because she knew that her friend would have given anything to have had the opportunity to be "that old".  And after experiencing so much loss and sadness in the past year, I feel that fortunate, too.

Besides the fact that I feel lucky to be healthy and strong at the age of 38, I am happy today because I had a great, great day.  For the first time in a while.  For the past few years (truthfully, I don't remember the last time I really enjoyed a birthday) I have dreaded my birthday.  In fact, last year, I was so miserable on my birthday that after picking a fight with my husband and rejecting my birthday cake, I swore that this year, I would be going away for my birthday, alone.

Fast-foward a year and I see life, my life, so much differently. I understand how blessed I am to be surrounded by so many people that love me so much every day, not just on my birthday.  I am learning that its not that serious and that most of the things that freak me out are really not worth freaking out about.  I am slowly opening my eyes to the plethora of small gifts and blessings that the world gives me every. single. day.

Like the song my daughter wrote for me as my birthday present (sung to the song of Katy Perry's California Girls, this was cut & pasted from the word document she emailed to me so excuse her spelling):

GRETINGS LOVED ONES 

I KNOW A PLACE WERE THE FOOD IS REALLY HEALTHER 
AND THE  MOM AND A POOL
 SHES NOT EVER IN THE WATER 
SIPEN DRINKING WATER? 
LAYIN UNDER NETH THE MAPEL TREES 
BILLY BRACKES HIS NECK  TRYING TO SNEEK UP AND SCAR HER 
 YOU CAN TRAVEL TO FLA 
BUT NOTHING COMES CLOS TO OUR COONDOO 
WONS U PARTEY AT OUR HOUSE YULL LOVE MOMMY MOMMY MOMMYYYYYYYY  HOCHBERG GIRLS WERE UN FORGET ABLE 
BUKINES TANKINIS ON TOP 
MOMMYS KISSES ARE SO NICE YA AAAAAAA
HOCHBERG GIRLS ARE SO BUTIFUL 
FINE FRESH FRUIT WE GOT IT RIGHT HERE
CAYLAS REPERSET 
NOW PUT  YOUR CUPONS UP YA \AAAAAA  SAND ON THE BEACH 
IM GUNA BUILD  A SAND CASEL 
I FREAK AT MY PANTS 
SO GET YOUR TEACHING ON THE STEROYAYAYAYAYAAAAAA
 I LOVE YOU YA

Now, if you know me at all, you know that this is not just another "I love you Mommy" song from a daughter to a mother.  This is a song from a little girl who really knows me, who really loves me, and who is so amazing that she took two weeks to write this song for me.  She knows that I barely ever go swimming but love lying by the pool, and that I pretty much only drink water, and that I love coupons, our condo in Florida, and making her eat healthy…which apparently, she appreciates!

Besides that awesome present, I was also treated to:
The best coconut cream pie in the world for Scaramouche restaurant in Toronto.  Its deliciousness completely outweighs the fact that you can't write "Happy Birthday Cayla" on it.
Who needs artificially-coloured cake decorator's icing when you have this?

In addition, I got gorgeous earrings, yummy chocolates, a hand-delivered coffee from Starbucks, a "free drink on your birthday" grande unsweetened green tea lemonade-also from Starbucks, an awesome cutting board (this may sound like a crappy present to you if you're not a foodie but I am so who cares what you think), so many good wishes from so many good friends, and an afternoon spent baking with my babies where we made:
Caramel Apple Cookies
I can't tell you how much fun we had baking these
I can't tell you how so super-delicious these cookies are
and unfortunately,
I can't tell you the recipe for these cookies…yet.
Look for it soon on urbanmoms.ca where I have just accepted an offer to write a weekly recipe blog post.

Yet another reason why 38 is going to be a KICK ASS YEAR!



Peace out, my friends, I am off to enjoy the remaining minutes of my special day and the remaining crumbs of my coconut cream pie before midnight, when calories start to count again.*

*Jewish law of dieting #24: calories don't count on your birthday



1 comment:

  1. cayla, you are a super star! nothing better than a blog of real thoughts and feelings combined with the authentic love of a daughter to her mother. happy birthday and may this year be filled with fabulous experiences of growth, good health and love for all. xoxo sammyg*

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