Monday, 3 October 2011

Shhh, we're quietly, tiptoeing through my 40th.

So I turned 40 yesterday.

There was no big party. I wanted a big party. I've been planning it all year. The plans kept changing from a cream pie throwing party, to a giant get together of everyone I loved at a park, to an afternoon tea where everyone frocked/suited up.

I couldn't commit. There were budget issues, but Marmie offered to help. That's when I realised what was wrong.

My recently deceased and dearly missed cousin-in-law is... was three days older than me. She should have turned 40 three days before me and had a huge party with all her family. My family. We should have been co-ordinating parties around each other's birthday's, whose house to go to for the Grand Final (Not that I care about football, but my family do) and I should have been absolutely exhausted from excessive socialising by now.

Maybe next year it will be easier, but this year. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to. I didn't want to make the family do it either.

For the first time ever, I am older than her.

Wrong on so many levels.
A cuppa tea in her honour, eternally 39.

It was a very quiet birthday. There was a lot of smiling and laughing and it was good. And Lamington Cake. From the Beechworth bakery. Oh I so recommend their Lamington Cake. :-D


  1. Huggies. I hope next year is easier and you can party for the both of you.

  2. Thanks, that's a lovely thought.

  3. Happy birthday - so sorry about the sadness. Lamington Cake won't fix everything, but it's a fine antidote for the moment.