Although today isn't my birthday, we had a family party combined baby shower for me today. It ended up being more of a general family get together, but I'm glad everyone came. I live in a culture of meticulous greetings, and it was fun to hear everyone's good wishes for another year and the new baby.
I turn 31 this month. Birthdays, in both my family of origin and the one I married into, somehow never seem to turn out quite as well as one hopes. I should know this by now, but I often still end up feeling disappointed at the end of the day. Others that I know seem to be resigned to this, but I still hope for a little magic each year.