From my mother:
Happy Birthday to you!Ginny sent me a card:
So now that we've successfully raised you to adulthood, we can quit ?
I hope you have a lovely day :)
“Remember Elizabeth, it’s not the birthday that counts ... it’s the happy!”
So now i’m legally a full adult. I don’t think i’ll think of myself as a full adult until i’m living on my own.
My parents took me to the Mint Café. I got Tofu Royal and a glass of Don Miguel Don Miguel Gascon Viognier... an Argentinan white wine with a hint of pear. (I wanted Riesling, but it only came in a bottle.)
I didn’t get carded, which actually made me feel like an adult. I mean, there is the excitement of getting carded and being able to say “Yes I am the correct age,” but as someone who looks younger than her age, there is something wonderful in being assumed to be one’s true age. (The fact that in front of the waitress i mentioned that it was my birthday and was examining the wine list and was clearly with people likely my parents i’m sure contributed to my not being asked for ID, but still. I just reveled in being assumed to be my actual age, not younger than my actual age.)
Then we went across the street to Ice Jack and i got a large waffle cone chocolate peanut butter. Wow that was a lot of ice cream.