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