My 30th Birthday

Most normal people like birthdays. They like having everyone gather sing to them and give them gifts. I must be really weird! Even as a little kid I always shied away from the attention a birthday brings. So on Sept 1 st I turned thirty. I was very insistent that no one give me anything or bring recognition to this dreadfull day. I think I kind of took turning 30 hard. One neighbor told me she thought it was great because now I would be at an age that people would take me seriously in life. Well if that's the case, fine by me. So I thought this was cute so I will share it with you... My kids decided that while I was at the bank really quick they were going to make me a party. I was going to have one. They scrambled for gifts in the 10 minutes I was gone and made me the cutest stuff. Jocie whipped up a batch of about 100 pancakes, using an entire bag of pancake mix, while Mason got the gifts together. They also made a banner and a sign for the back of "mom's birthday chair". So earlier that day I was upset ( not abnormal for me. I am working on that OK) I threw my cutting board and it broke. Well Mason knows how we are not aloud to cut on the counters, and how important cutting boards are. So he, in his scavenge to make me a gift, took the broken cutting board and wrapped it up. He wrote on it and made it my present. So I came into the kitchen and sat at "mom's birthday chair". I was presented with 100 delicious pancakes and my cutting board gift. We had a dinner tonight at my parents for those of us born in September. It was really nice. My sister who loves any reason to have a party, made us a cake and a delicious dinner. We sat around and told funny stories about our childhood and visited for hours. It was really nice, thank you!