Since having our girls, myself and Mr E haven’t really celebrated birthdays like we used to. Of course we acknowledge the milestone, buy each other a little pressie and a card, and perhaps go out for a meal or have dinner round my Mum’s house. But gone are the days where all our pennies would go on extravagant gestures or weekends away.
However this weekend I celebrated a rather important birthday. Not quite so important as twenty one, or forty and definitely not as important as sixty. But thirty is still a cause for some sort of celebration. And celebrate is exactly what we have been doing.
From the second I woke up on Friday morning I have been treated like a princess by my husband, who really is one of the most thoughtful people on the earth nearly every day of the year but even more so on special occasions. I have been spoilt with many surprises- gorgeous gifts, lunches and dinners with my nearest and dearest, and also with a night away (today as you read this) in Oxfordshire which is our first night away in three years just the two of us. To say I am excited is an understatement.
I no doubt will do a blog post with more detail of what we got up to, although as yet I haven’t taken that many photos, mainly because I have been too busy eating cake! But my Ordinary Moment for this week had to be of me blowing out the candles out on my birthday cake. I could never ever have imagined at twenty where I would be at thirty.
My twenties has on the whole been a fantastic decade. I went from being twenty and in my final year at uni, to starting work in a bar in Leeds where I was pursued by a lovely man who turned out to be my husband. (You can read how we met here if you are interested but it’s probably a little long and boring!) We had some crazy years, got serious jobs, moved to London, moved to Cambridgeshire, settled down and bought a house, got married and became parents to two amazing little people.
It’s been a great ten years. I don’t regret a thing (except going on sunbeds- fake it don’t bake it people) and I would do it all again a million times over. My thirties have got a tough act to follow, but as long as I have my little family by my side, I genuinely couldn’t be happier. Life isn’t a fairytale full of rainbows and sunshine, and you never know what could be round the corner, but our rather ordinary, not very exciting life is good enough for me.
And as I inwardly cringed as the whole restaurant sang Happy Birthday to me on Friday evening, I realised that all those past wishes I have made on every other candle in the last ten years have come true. Because ultimately all I wished for is to have exactly what I have got.
Ordinariness and all.