Overindulged

Practically without fail, I have had lobster on my birthday for years. Last night was no exception. The store only had small lobsters, so I bought 3, one for each of us: Tim, Lina, and Monday. As Monday isn't eating solid food yet, I graciously obliged to get Monday's lobster to him/her through my own blood stream. It's what a thoughtful mother-in-training does, right? It turns out, however, and this isn't too much of a surprise to me, but Tim doesn't have quite the passion for this creature as I do, and I ended up eating mine, Monday's, and a couple of bites of Tim's. Tim, however, overindulged on the biscuits, which is his favorite.

Birthdays are a funny thing. They really feel like they stopped meaning something after my 30th. However, it is really wonderful to get flooded with emails, phone calls, and cards from people in your life - and for that, yesterday was a truly wonderful day.