Lost in Space

I'm still not used to the fact that we are now a family of four.

Today, I got our new insurance cards in the mail. When I opened the letter, I was confused as to why four cards fell out. Fortunately for me, the first one I picked up had Beckett's name on it, so the issue was resolved rather quickly.

Who would have thought it would take this long to adjust?

Today is the Greatest

Well. Actually, Saturday was the greatest.

Saturday was my birthday. And it started off not feeling all that special at all. But, because I have such a thoughtful, amazing, totally awesome (that phrase should tell you how old I am!) husband, it turned into a really delightful day.

I have had a lot of bad birthdays in my lifetime, or at least a lot that started off rough. I've had many that started off in the most pathetic manner you can imagine and turned out to be really fantastic. I've actually probably written about it before. When I was a kid, I never had a party. Not once, until I turned 18. That year, I planned my own party. I invited four or five of my closest friends to my house, we ordered pizza, and played Trivial Pursuit. Whoo-hoo.

So, let me just say that I am a big fan of the turnaround just because I've experienced it often enough to know that what starts off as a mess can end up being beautiful. Still, I never expect it.

Saturday really just seemed like any other day. I took Brendan to his friend Joseph's party that morning and was planning on my in-laws coming to keep both boys for a while Saturday evening while we went out. Originally, they were going to spend the night meaning that Scott and I could stay out as late as we wanted. I planned to invite some friends to go to dinner and out dancing or to a show with us. Then, on Tuesday, Scott's stepmom called to say they had to leave our house no later than 10 p.m.

Okay. So, no show, no dancing.

By Friday, I was feeling pretty bummed about the whole thing. Happy that we'd get to go out, but accepting that it couldn't be anything special because of the limited time we'd have to celebrate.

Well, leave it to Scott to make it one of the best birthdays ever.

He took on a full-fledged shopping spree. We went to Lenox Mall and he gave me three hours to go to any clothing store and buy anything I wanted. I had trouble engaging in the process. I took my time. I looked at price tags and tried to be conscious of the cost. But still! It was so much fun and such a sweet thoughtful gesture.

I got a gorgeous A-line wrap dress at Ann Taylor (my all time favorite store!) that Scott picked out for me. It's the perfect thing to wear to Beckett's baptism. I also got a very feminine sweater and a sharp wrap blouse that I can't wait to wear. I need to lose a few more pounds before it looks perfect, but what a great incentive to move quickly on that front.

I also got a softy-soft sweater from The Gap, some sexy heels from 9 West, a blouse, a book, some Aveda Comforting Tea, and Aveda Hand and Foot Lotion.

It was, hands-down, one of the best birthdays ever. Not because of the clothes. That wasn't the real gift, though it's a luxury I appreciate deeply. It was awesome because I got to spend it with Scott who acted as my personal shopper and focused solely on me for the three hours we shopped while he helped me pick out things that flattered my body and indulged my desire to feel like a beautiful, sexy, complete woman and not just a sweatpants-wearing, minivan-driving mama.

I am a lucky, lucky woman to be loved. In this way. By this man.

37 rocks.