Forty days.
That’s a lot.
That’s Biblical.
But I’m not feeling that profound today.
I’m thinking, if only we’d started this quarantine 3 days later, I’d have turned 37 on day 37 of quarantine.
That’s right. It’s my birthday!
Aside from the fact that it’s 10:30pm and my 10 year old is just taaaaaallllllkkkkkkiiiiinnnngggg at me, it was a really good day!
Also, sorry to my Dad. My child is 100% karma. I used to talk my mom’s ear off late at night and my poor, exhausted, introverted Dad just wanted quiet.
I get it now.
I also got chocolate cake!
My BFF came by and we had a socially distant lunch date in my yard, and my parents sent me the cake and came by with my Grandad to sing! It was wonderful!❤️
My lovely work family brought by a “party in a bag” with all kinds of cool things, including light up balloons, which I didn’t know existed. I feel…
Enlightened…
Not sorry.
We also had dinner from the nicest restaurant in town and it was SO good!
It’s nice that in this really strange time, we can find ways to celebrate each other. My children sang “happy birthday” to me all day long, and their homemade gifts were perfect. It was coupons for hugs and kisses and cuddles, which sounds pretty amazing to me!
We finished the evening with “A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood” which wasn’t anything like I expected, but was very good.
I may have cried a little.
It was good tears though. Mister Rogers embodied all the goodness in humans and it was nice to be reminded of that kindness when we are seeing so much divisiveness in our communities.
Sure, there’s a lot of good, but the ugly in the world is getting louder. It was so great to have a day that focused on the good, even if my children were killing each other in the house while I sat outside getting a sunburn…
All in all, I’m not a fan of 2020, but day one of 37 years old was pretty darn great!
End transmission.
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