After the excitement of baptism weekend, we were all pretty exhausted. Luckily, I had the foresight to plan the baptism during maternity leave, so Bonnie and I pretty much coasted through the last two weeks of my leave and spent a lot of time taking pictures, naps, and smiling at each other. It was easily the best two weeks of my life.
For those of you who don’t know, Steven and I were born a day apart. I am older and wiser and he is younger and cuter. This year, we both turned 30. Gulp. I didn’t have a TV sitcom reaction to turning 30, but I have to admit it was nice to have Bonnie around as a distraction. When I stop and think about it, I can’t really fathom the fact that I’ve been on this Earth for 30 years. How is that possible? Have I really been working for 8 years already? Staying in Manhattan has made it feel like I never really left college – until I’m around college students. Steven remarked that he used to think he could pass for a college student in Aggieville, but now that he has Bonnie, he thinks the jig is up. Though technically he is still a Grad student, so who knows.
For the past several years we’ve gone to Kansas City for birthday weekend to eat BBQ and watch IMAX movies and do some serious shoe shopping. We had planned to do that again this year, especially since I’m still trying to figure out how to dress this rockin’ new Mom bod, but after baptism weekend I just wanted to be still. So we decided to party at home and finally get cable for football season. That’s right. I made it a whole 2 weeks into the season before giving all my money to ESPN. Sorry, Bonnie. Maybe college will be free by the time you get there?
On my birthday, my dear friend Jamie came to visit. Jamie is an important character in Bonnie’s story, because she set off the chain of events that led to Steven and I getting together. On a Tuesday in September 2007, I went to Jamie’s house where I met a friend of hers who stole my heart for all of 10 days. I was smitten and then devastated (as all things go when you’re 22) and wrote a short story about the experience for my Fiction class. The story was an epistolary, and the date of the first letter was September 26th, Steven’s birthday. Steven liked the story, sent me a two-word message on facebook, and now, 8 years later, we have Bonnie. Let that be a lesson to you actual college kids out there: when your friend invites you over for sangria on a Tuesday night – just say yes.
On Steven’s birthday we drove to Salina to meet up with his Mom who also has a birthday in September. (All the best people are born in September. And July.) We dressed Bonnie up for the occasion, and then went shopping for diapers and Ziploc bags and Kleenex at Sam’s and stopped at Old Navy to buy Bonnie some clothes. We went in for socks, and came out with 4 pairs of pants, a dress, a shirt, and 11 pairs of socks. It was truly insane, considering we have three tubs of hand-me-downs from the 5 older girl cousins in the family. But at least baby clothes are cheap?
We spent the rest of the day taking pictures of Bonnie, watching football, eating Thai food, and generally basking in the glow of being 30 and having a Bonnie. Steven declared it the best birthday yet and I must agree. If you have to turn 30, I highly recommend having a Bonnie first. She really does make everything better.