September seems to be quite the jackpot month for birthdays. In addition to one of my children, my BIL, my MIL, one of my sisters-in law (sister-in-laws?), my grandpa and two nieces, September means birthday for several of my friends.
It seems that not a day goes by without my friendly little Facebook reminder that I need to wish someone a "happy birthday!"
Did I mention that my birthday is in there too? I didn't? Well it is.
Which brings me to the subject of gifts.
My husband is always badgering me (to use a Big10 term, haha) about what I want for a gift. And when it comes down to it, I don't really want anything. Except for maybe a nice, quiet, child-free dinner with him at the place famous for "endless shrimp" this time of year.
My in-laws are purchasing some gladiolus for the front yard. Recently, I found out from my mom that they were our Grandpa Nichols' favorite flower. I think they're really pretty, so I have a place for some in the front yard. My parents and my Grandparents will send me money, which I am sure I will spend on necessities like clothing, books and Starbucks grande caramel frappuccino with the whip.
But when it comes down to it, I have all I need and I really have been blessed with much. I have awesome family, great friends, a comfortable home and plenty to eat. And at my age, which is noneofyourbusiness, thankyouverymuch, my birthday is a chance to reflect on just that.
With some cheddar bay biscuits and maybe some snow crab legs thrown in. And a Diet Coke.