And it's a landmark. Thats it, yesterday was my last day of ever being 29. My cuddly mummy called last night to wish me many happy returns and I have a wonderful day of gossiping with friends and doing crosswords ahead.
This is a wierd time of year for me. Having my birthday and Christmas so close together gives me a sense of loss. It is the only time of year that I yearn for my family, to be around those many Mums Dads and siblings who have to love me unconditionally.
I have many amazing birthday memories..... the time Mum stayed up for nights on end to sew me a beautiful new slip cover for my wendy house, embroidered flowers growing up the walls and the prettiest shingles on the roof. Or the time she piled all of us and my friends into the car as a suprise in our fancy dress costumes to go to santa's grotto. And the fairytale castle scenery she painted onto drop sheets on the walls.
I think maybe birthdays should be for Mums not babies, that way mine would have 5 very special days of the year that she deserves... I mean honestly.... imagine squeezing out a ridiculous creature like me!?! Isn't that cause for celebration?