A day and a half

Today, we celebrated my (half) sister’s birthday. She turned 30. Her family was present, people I last saw when I was a kid, as well as my godmother who I hadn’t seen in years. In true older aunt’s manner she gave me some money. You know… the way a deal would go over. Closed hand and covert. Amalia had to laugh because she only saw the memes of this but never the real thing. We talked for a long time and caught up with life and stuff; it was nice. I also spoke long with my father and with my sister. When it was time to leave, I was told by my sister’s grandpa that I look very young. (My stepmom’s stepfather told me that I look young and beautiful for my age… apparently, 40 suits me) It was a bit embarrassing, but the entire table, they all agreed with the man who said it. Hehe. I mean, he’s not wrong but he kept insisting.

It is also my father-in-law’s birthday. There should have been a birthday lunch for him and both my sisters-in-law (who had birthdays last week) but he tested positive for COVID-19. It was postponed. This way I can attend the family lunch too.

And then, it is also the anniversary of my grandma’s passing. Even though she was the most evil person towards me, I do miss her sometimes. After all, she was the closest to a mother figure I had.

All in one day.

It is very superficial but having been called young felt great.

Even more so after my day had started not so great. My husband forgot to run an errand for me yesterday and so I had to do it this morning before getting ready for my sister’s lunch. I went to the store and when I came back, someone had parked so close to me that I could not get in. I put on a dress and when I walked down the stairs, I got a run in my pantyhose. The hair clipper in my hair broke and fell off, leaving my curls looking like an explosion on my head.

It did not look good in the beginning… But it improved massively.

How was your day?