After church today, a whole bunch of people came over to our apartment, most bearing food, and we barbecued steaks, burgers, shrimp, corn, made quick baked potatoes and microwave vegetables and ate fresh watermelon and mango. Yes. It was a birthday barbecue.
Usually, I like having kids come over – a little girl named Nysa with unending energy played with Kip till he was panting and heaving, but still darting after his noisemaking toys. But having Nysa over the entire night made Trinity realize that we probably don’t want to have kids right away – they have so much energy, they make you as tired as Kip is here. By the end of the night, Kip kept wandering near the front door, and looking back at everyone as if to say, “OK, guys, here’s the door, in case you forgot where it was.”
My 28th on the 28th birthday was a good one. It’s always a good thing to spend time with friends, talk girl stuff, watch silly but cute family movies (think Sky High and Little Giants) and just have a good ole time.
My birthdays, however, always make me reflect on where I used to be, though – this time last year, I couldn’t blog, I was on a sort of vacation even though I couldn’t afford to go anywhere and I was yearning to plan a Hawaii trip that I couldn’t afford. I was also interviewing at other newspapers, really hoping to score a new reporting job, and trying really hard not to go postal on my boss.
But now, I’ve got a crazy but adorable cat, a job that I love and that I can live on and am going to Hawaii in about three weeks. Man. A lot can change in a year, and I’m thankful for that.