“That Tracy needed to get her roots done”.
My Mum gave me this card yesterday and was in HYSTERICS as she gave it to me.Laughing till tears rolled down her cheeks relaying that she bought the card 12 months ago waiting desperately for my birthday a year later. It was worth the wait, I laughed too.
Yesterday I turned 37. I woke up, the girls came and sat on me in bed. Rob played bad Happy Birthday songs over and over again on his iPhone: from Steve Wonder, to Destinys Child, to 50 cent and Bey Bey. I was showered in lovely gifts: some note books from Rob and some lovely earrings and secateurs from the girls. I got to not go to hockey, some eggs and bacon cooked for me and I was all set for a lovely day at home when my Mum unexpectedly arrived at my door with an Anne under her belt, some wonderful presents (TWO new cast iron pots for me) and babysitting duties as she scooted Rob and I out the door for an overnight stay in Canberra.
We arrived home today and settled into a wet afternoon at home with some friends for a simple Sunday roast cooked by Rob with pinot a plenty.
It’s been the most wonderful birthday. Filled with love and good wishes, the odd surprise, bubbles, amazing food, time spent with my main man and then good friends and family and RAIN. So much rain! What more could a girl ask for?
Have you had a great weekend too?