My hard drive died on Wednesday, which was also my 38th birthday.
Mr. C arrived the day before, and never was there a sight more beautiful than his khaki-clad legs climbing down the stairs of a Cessna prop plane. The fog off Provincetown was a thick gray blanket over the ocean, and as we drove in to the airport, I warned The Poo that her daddy might be stuck in Boston.
Alas, he was not, and arrived to our waiting arms and the biggest, happiest smile I’ve ever seen on The Babyman.
Tuesday was a hard day; I had a very emotional conversation with my sister. She held up a mirror to my face and the reflection was … less than flattering. Shaming, if I am honest. The image she showed me was of a person I do not want to be.
So it was with an aching heart that I greeted my love on the airport tarmac. I was lifted, though, just by the sound of his breath next to me in the car.
My birthday was sweet and gentle, a good way to welcome a high number. Without my laptop, I was able to shut out the pressures of work and block all the noise about BlogHer, which I am very sorry that I chose not to attend.
I pushed my desire to attend aside to give myself and my children time here on Cape Cod. I could have done both, but I thought being here longer was what everyone (me included) wanted. Turns out I was wrong. I could have, and should have, managed this differently.
That is history now, and all I can do is take the lessons I’ve learned with me when we leave here Tuesday, like the sand I am sure to find in my shoes when we cross the Illinois state line.
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Happy Birthday (belated though it is) and many, many returns.
If circumstances had been different for me, I would’ve been at Blogher as well, but alas…another time.
Sounds like you had a nice birthday. I wish I could’ve gone to Blogher. I lack the funding, though. Hope you enjoy the rest of your time on vacation!
happy belated birthday, love you.
I forget every year that you share Miss M’s birthday. Happy belated birthday.
Also? Those conversations that are so hard to bear? Often result in good. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but down the line. Hugs to you and to K. I know that you are both loved.
Oh, I just want to give you hugs, as cheesy as I know that sounds. I am in a high conflict time right now, myself, and so I am having a lot of sympathy for you over this conversation with your sister, and your BlogHer regrets.
Happy belated birthday, Mrs. C.
Happy Birthday!
We here at our house have had some tough times recently, and are about to make a major move far away from my family. Part of the reason is that the relationship with my sister has changed and not for the better. I am a little sad, but I am so happy with my husband and my nuclear family, that I know I am doing the right thing.
Blogher will come around again!
It seems like we are thinking and writing about some of the same things: mixed feelings, regret, looking for the good and the “teaching moments” in the bad. Our stories are very different, of course, but it’s still good to know I’m not alone in the wild ride of emotions these moments in life churn up. Wishing you safe travels home and a peaceful heart.
Happy Birthday! (a little belated)
Safe Home.
You’re the closest thing I know to an A-List blogger, and hanging around the fringes of the blogging community since it’s earliest days, I can understand the draw that BlogHer must have been for you… I’ve been looking up meetups to perhaps go to too. There must be some sort of collective community thing going on.
(ps sorry I haven’t looking in on your blog for so long – I now have my Macbook back, so expect a deluge of comments, blog posts and other such idiocy from me)
Honey, I am so sorry that I missed your birthday. I am so thankful to have met you. Next year we will do up the town in NYC with style. Can I claim you now as my roomie?
Happy Belated Birthday. xoxo