This past weekend was my 29th Birthday. I've never been really serious about celebrating my own Birth. If we're going to be honest here, it's really my Mom that should be celebrated. But, I do love celebrating other people's days, and I'm very lucky to have wonderful friends who reciprocate the love on my day to turn old.
Tyler booked a few nights camping for the weekend knowing that my very favourite thing in the world is to road trip on a whim. He kindly cut out the only part about going somewhere that I don't like - packing. I'll be honest, that's when you don't want to know me - preparing for a trip and unforeseen circumstances brings out my grump. He did the grocery shopping, he packed everything we needed up and showed up at my work to whisk me away... For me, there is nothing better than that.
We were joined by a few friends. We ate cake that they sweetly hid from me the entire day. We hiked amongst trees larger than our lifetimes. We stargazed. We basked in the sun by a lake. We ate watermelons with spoons like coconuts. We played games by the fire, roasted hot dogs and made gourmet smores. Everything is better cooked over a smokey fire.
I couldn't have imagined a better weekend if I tried. And the best part about it was that we entered the weekend with the understanding that it would likely be pouring the entire time. We were committed to having a good time, no matter what. And for that we were rewarded with an unexpected outpouring of sunshine, warmth and pink faces.
Moral of the story: Getting older is sometimes daunting, but age is just a number when you face it making memories surrounded by the people you love.